3 Wooden Crosses Lyrics. That driver never ever saw the stop sign. An' eighteen wheelers can't stop on a dime.
A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher, ridin' on a midnight bus bound for mexico. That driver never ever saw the stop sign. One's headed for vacation, one for higher education, an' two of them were searchin' for lost souls.
One's Headed For Vacation, One For Higher Education, An' Two Of Them Were Searchin' For Lost Souls.
A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher, ridin' on a midnight bus bound for mexico. That driver never ever saw the stop sign. An' eighteen wheelers can't stop on a dime.