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A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher
Riding on a midnight bus bound for Mexico
One was headed for vacation, one for higher education
And two of them were searching for lost souls
That driver never ever saw that stop sign,
And 18 wheelers can't stop on a dime


Chorus:
There are 3 wooden crosses on the right side of the highway
Why there's not 4 of them heaven only knows
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 80 acres
The faith and love of growing things in his young sons heart
That teacher left her wisdom in the minds of many children
And did her best to give them all a better start
And the preacher whispered can't you see the promiseland
As he laid his bloodstained bible in that hookers hand
Repeat Chorus
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 THAT FARMER,
AND TEACHER, AND THAT PREAHCER.
WHO GAVE THIS BIBLE TO MY MOMMA,
WHO READ IT TO ME.


CHORUS 2:
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.


OUTRO:
THERE ARE, THREE WOODEN CROSSES
ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE HIGHWAY.