A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher,
Ridin' on the comp. shuttle, down the runway strip,
One's headed for Southwest and another for northwest,
and two of them were looking for a trip
That driver never ever saw the snack truck,
An' everyone should've know that he was drunk

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the runway
Why it was delta's fault, no one really knows
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you do with 9 seconds to blow,

That farmer left a harvest, a home and eighty partners,
No one every really knew, why he flew that way,.
An' that teacher took her wisdom from the minds of lots of children:
she did her best, but epic failed along the way,
An' that preacher whispered: "Can't you see the michelin man?"
As he laid his discount card into that hooker's hand.

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the runway
Why it was delta's fault, no one really knows
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you do with 9 seconds to blow,

That's the story that our neighbor told last Sunday.
As he held that discount card on up,
For me and mom to see.
He said: "curse the farmer, and the teacher, and the preacher;
"cause he gave this card thing to my mamma,
"Who tried to then kill me",

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the runway,
Why it was delta's fault, I still don't have a clue,
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
it's how you spend your fianl hour dude,

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the runway