Randy Travis, 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 mamma,

"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.

I love this song and tonight it came on and I just sat here listing to it and heard different lines that i never heard before...

It's not what you take when you leave this world behind you, It's what you leave behind when you go.

I hope that I leave a wonderful legacey behind me.. Of things I have done correctin my life, and points that I have learned and can pass on to others....

Once again sometimes we ask oursleves why are there not four wooden crosses, when there are only three....

(When I first heard the song, I was thinking to myself, well the 4th one was across the street, Trying to understand where it was until I stopped trying to figure it out an just listen)

the story could not be any closer to the truth, what that young woman had to do and teach and learn from...

I know just a radom thought from LEITCH!

Love Ya

Scott