Three Wooden Crosses Lyrics

Three Wooden Crosses lyrics

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.