Three Wooden Crosses on the Right Side of the Highway

Why there's not four of them, I guess know 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...

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
And two of them were searchin' for lost souls...

That farmer left a harvest, a home and eighty acres

The faith and love for growin' things in his young son's heart

And that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of children  Did her best to give 'em all a better start...