I have been out wandering

I have traveled far

One conclusion I have made

Is God don't own a car



He don't wear no fancy clothes

He'd rather take the bus

He would pay a tourist fare

So he could sit with us



He don't have no tamborine

Guitar or slide trombone

The music we make here on Earth

The words they are His own



And when we finally reach His home

And walk among the stars

He'll join our band then we'll understand

Why God don't own a car



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