A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher Ridin on a midnight bus bound for Mexico One was headin for vacation, one for higher education And two of them were searchin for lost souls That driver never ever saw the stop sign And 18 wheelers cant stop on a dime There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway Why theres not four of them Heaven only knows I guess its not what you take when you leave this world behind you Its what you leave behind you when you go That farmer left a harvest, a home and 80 acres The faith and love for growin things in his young sons heart And that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of children Did her best to give em all a better start And that preacher whispered, Cant you see the promised land? As he lay his blood stained Bible in that hookers hand There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway Why theres not four of them Heaven only knows I guess its not what you take when you leave this world behind you Its what you leave behind you when you go Thats 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 and 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 theres not four of them now I guess we know Its not what you take when you leave this world behind you Its what you leave behind you when you go There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway...
Posted on: Sat, 23 Nov 2013 05:37:43 +0000
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