3 Wooden Crosses — текст песни (Randy Travis)

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 18-wheelers cant stop on a dime



(Chorus)

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 growing things, in his young sons heart

And that teacher left her wisdom, in the minds of lots of children

And did her best, to give them all a better start



And that preacher whispered cant you see the promise land

As he lay his blood stained Bible in that hookers hand



(Chorus)



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 mama, 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