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three wooden crosses Randy Travis
A farm[C]er and a teacher, a ho[Am]oker and a preacher, r[F]idin' on a
midnight bus, b[C]ound for Mex[G]ico.
One was hea[C]ded for vacation, one for h[Am]igher education, and
[F]two of them were sea[G]rchin' for lost s[C]ouls.
That driv[F]er never, ever saw the stop[G]sign, and eighteen-[F]
wheelers can't stop on a d[G]ime.
Chorus:
There are th[C]ree wooden crosses on the [Am]right side of the highway.
Why[F] there's not four of them heav[C]en only kn[G]ows.
I guess it's n[C]ot what you take when you l[Am]eave this world behind you.
It's wh[F]at you leave behi[G]nd you when you [C]go.
That farmer left a harvest, a ho[Am]me and eighty acres, a fa[F]ith and love for
growin' things in h[C]is young son's he[G]art.
And that teac[C]her left her wisdom in the mi[Am]nds of lots of children and did
her be[F]st to give'm al[G]l a better st[C]art.
And that prea[F]cher whispered, "Can't you see the prom[G]ised land?"as he laid
his blood-stai[F]ned Bible in that hooker's ha[G]nd.
Chorus:
[Am] [F] [C]That's a story tha[G]t our preacher told last Sunday, as he held that
blood-stained Bible up for all
of us to see. He said,
"Bless the fa[C]rmer and the te[Am]acher and the pre[F]acher
who gave this Bi[C]ble to my mama, who re[G]ad 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 thr[C]ee wooden crosses on the r[Am]ight side of the hig[C]hway.
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