A FARMER AND A TEACHER, A HOOKER AND A PREACHER, RIDING ON A MIDNIGHT
BUS, BOUND FOR MEXICO. ONE WAS HEADED FOR VACATION, ONE FOR HIGHER
EDUCATION, AND TWO OF THEM WERE SEARCHING FOR LOST SOULS.
THAT DRIVER NEVER EVER SAW THE STOP SIGN, AND 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 AND
LOVE FOR GROWING THINGS, IN HIS YOUNG SON'S HEART. AND THAT TEACHER LEFT
HER WISDOM, IN THE MINDS OF LOTS OF CHILDREN, AND DID HER BEST TO GIVE THEM ALL
BETTER START.
AND THAT PREACHER WHISPERED, CAN'T YOU SEE THE PROMISED LAND? AS HE
LAY HIS BLOOD-STAINED BIBLE IN THAT HOOKER'S HANDS.
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 HIS
BLOOD-STAINED BIBLE UP, FOR ALL OF US TO SEE. HE SAID BLESS THE FARMER, AND
TEACHER, AND THAT 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.
THERE'S A SMALL LYRIC CHANGE AT END ON THE CHORUS. JUST LISTEN TO THE SONG