A farmer and a teaher, a hooker and a preacher ridin' on midnight bus bond for Mexico. One was headed for vactaion one for higher education. Two of them were searching for lost souls. That driver never ever saw the stop sign adn eighteen-wheelers can't stop on a dime.
Chours:
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway, Why there's not four of them, Heaven ony 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 lift a harvest, a home and eighty acres. The faith and love for growin' things in his young son's heart. And that teacher lift her wisdom in the minds of lots of children. Did her best to give 'em all a better start.
And that preacher whispered, "Can't you see the promise land?" As he laid his bloodstained Bible in that hooker's hands
(Chours)
That's the story that our preacher told last Sunday as he held that bloodstained Bible up. For all of us to see. He, said, bless the farmer, and teh teacher and that preacher who gave this Bible to my momma. Who read it to me
Chours 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.
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway
