A farmer and a teacherA hooker and a preacherRiding on a midnight
busBound for MexicoOne was heading for vacationOne for higher
educationAnd two of them were searching for lost soulsThat
driver never ever saw the stop signAnd 18 wheelers can't
stop on a dimeThere are three wooden crosses on the right side
of the highwayWhy there's not four of them heaven only
knowsI guess it's not what you takeWhen you leave this
world behind youIt's what you leave behind you when you
goThat farmer left a harvestA home and 80 acresThe faith and
love for growing thingsIn his young son's heartAnd that
teacher left her wisdomIn the minds of lots of childrenDid her
best to give 'em allA better startAnd that preacher
whispered"Can't you see the promised land?"As he lay his
blood stained BibleIn that hooker's handThere are three
wooden crosses on the right side of the highwayWhy there's
not four of them heaven only knowsI guess it's not what you
takeWhen you leave this world behind youIt's what you leave
behind you when you goThat's the story that our preacher
told last SundayAs he held that blood stained Bible upFor all of
us to seeHe said, "Bless the farmerAnd the teacherAnd the
preacherWho gave this Bible to my mommaWho read it to me"There
are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highwayWhy
there's not four of them now I guess we knowIt's not
what you takeWhen you leave this world behind youIt's what
you leave behind you when you goThere are three wooden crosses
on the right side of the highway......
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