Three Wooden Crosses lyrics

Artist  : Randy Travis 
Song : Three Wooden Crosses
 


Artist : Randy Travis
Song : Three Wooden
Crosses

A farmer and a teacher, a hooker
and a preacher,
Ridin' on a midnight bus bound
for Mexico.
One's headed for vacation, one for
higher education,
And 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.