Josh Turner - Three Wooden Crosses lyrics
[Josh Turner - Three Wooden Crosses lyrics]
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 lеave this world behind you
It's what you leavе 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
'em all a better start
And 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
And 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
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 lеave this world behind you
It's what you leavе 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
'em all a better start
And 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
And 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