“Three Wooden Crosses” Lyrics - Randy Travis

Lyrics

“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,

An’ 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 mama,

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