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Last updated: January 30, 2018 at 14:35 pm
When I first heard this song, it touched my heart, and I’m sure it will touch your heart too. I don’t know if the story is true or fictional, but it is certainly is emotional. The song tells a story of four persons traveling in a bus heading to Mexico from the United States: A teacher, a farmer, a preacher and a hooker. One of those persons was apparently the driver of the bus, but the song doesn’t say which one. The driver of the bus missed a stop sign and slammed into an 18-wheeler truck.
The teacher, farmer and the preacher were killed that night, but the hooker survived. But as the preacher died, he lay his blood stained bible in the hooker’s hand and said, “can’t you see the promised land?”
The hooker gave her life to Christ that night, and she later read the bible to her son who one day became a preacher.
Here are the exact lyrics of the song:
Three Wooden Crosses
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 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 80 acres;
The faith and love for growing things
In his young son’s heart.
And that preacher whispered,
“Can’t you see the promised land?”
As he lay his blood-stained bible
In that hooker’s hand.
And that teacher left her wisdom
In the minds of lots of children,
And did her best to give ’em all a better start.
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 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…
