a farmer and a teacher a h r and a preacher

ridin'on a midnight bus bound for me ico

one was headed for vacation one for higher education

an'two of them were searchin for lost souls

that driver never ever

saw the stop sign

an'eighteen wheelers

can't stop on a dime

there are three wooden crosses on

the right side of the highway

why there's not four of

them heaven only knows

i guess it's not what you take when

you leave this world behind you

it's what you leave

behind you when you go

that farmer left a harvest

a home and eighty acres

the faith an'love for growin

things in his young son's heart

an'that teacher left her wisdom

in the minds of lots of children

did her best to give

em all a better start

an'that preacher whispered

can't you see the promised land

as he laid his blood stained

bible in that hooker's hand

there are three wooden crosses on

the right side of the highway

why there's not four of

them heaven only knows

i guess it's not what you take when

you leave this world behind you

it's what you leave

behind you when you go

that's the story that our

preacher told last sunday

as he held that blood stained bible up

for all of us to see

he said bless the farmer and

the teacher an'the preacher

who gave this bible to my mamma

who read it to me

there are three wooden crosses on

the right side of the highway

why there's not four of

them now i guess we know

it's not what you take when you

leave this world behind you

it's what you leave

behind you when you go

there are three wooden crosses

on the right side of the highway