| Randy Travis Three Wooden Crosses |
| A farmer & A teacher... A hooker & A preacher. Ridin' on a midnight bus... bound for Mexico. One was headin' for vacation. One for higher education. & Two of them were searchin'for lost... souls. That driver never ever saw the stop sign. & 18 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 & 80 acres. The faith & love for growin' things... in his young son's heart. & The teacher left her wisdom... in the minds... of lots of children. Did her best... to give 'em all... a better start. & That preacher whispered "Can't you see the promise land?" As he lay his blood stained Bible in the hookers 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 us to see. He said... "Bless the farmer... & the teacher... & the preacher. Who gave this Bible to my momma... 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. |
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