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A FARMER AND A TEACHER, A HOOKER AND A PREACHER, RIDING ON A MIDNIGHT
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BUS, BOUND FOR MEXICO. ONE WAS HEADED FOR VACATION, ONE FOR HIGHER
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EDUCATION, AND TWO OF THEM WERE SEARCHING FOR LOST SOULS.
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THAT DRIVER NEVER EVER SAW THE STOP SIGN, AND EIGHTEEN WHEELERS
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CAN'T STOP ON A DIME.
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THERE ARE, THREE WOODEN CROSSES ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE HIGHWAY.
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WHY THERE'S NOT FOUR OF THEM, HEAVEN ONLY KNOWS. I GUESS IT'S NOT WHAT YOU
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TAKE, WHEN YOU LEAVE THIS WORLD BEHIND YOU, IT'S WHAT YOU LEAVE BEHIND YOU
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WHEN YOU GO.
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THAT FARMER LEFT A HARVEST, A HOME AND EIGHTY ACRES. THE FAITH AND
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LOVE FOR GROWING THINGS, IN HIS YOUNG SON'S HEART. AND THAT TEACHER LEFT
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HER WISDOM, IN THE MINDS OF LOTS OF CHILDREN, AND DID HER BEST TO GIVE THEM ALL
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BETTER START.
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AND THAT PREACHER WHISPERED, CAN'T YOU SEE THE PROMISED LAND? AS HE
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LAY HIS BLOOD-STAINED BIBLE IN THAT HOOKER'S HANDS.
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THERE ARE, THREE WOODEN CROSSES ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE HIGHWAY.
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WHY THERE'S NOT FOUR OF THEM, HEAVEN ONLY KNOWS. I GUESS IT'S NOT WHAT YOU
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TAKE, WHEN YOU LEAVE THIS WORLD BEHIND YOU, IT'S WHAT YOU LEAVE BEHIND YOU
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WHEN YOU GO.
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THAT'S THE STORY THAT OUR PREACHER TOLD LAST SUNDAY, AS HE HELD HIS
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BLOOD-STAINED BIBLE UP, FOR ALL OF US TO SEE. HE SAID BLESS THE FARMER, AND
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TEACHER, AND THAT PREACHER. WHO GAVE THIS BIBLE TO MY MOMMA, WHO READ IT TO ME.
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THERE ARE, THREE WOODEN CROSSES ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE HIGHWAY.
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WHY THERE'S NOT FOUR OF THEM, NOW I GUESS WE KNOW. IT'S NOT WHAT YOU
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TAKE, WHEN YOU LEAVE THIS WORLD BEHIND YOU, IT'S WHAT YOU LEAVE BEHIND YOU
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WHEN YOU GO.
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THERE ARE, THREE WOODEN CROSSES ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF... THE HIGHWAY.
THERE'S A SMALL LYRIC CHANGE AT END ON THE CHORUS. JUST LISTEN TO THE SONG