I have been out wanderin'
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 air tourist fare
So He could sit with us
He don't have no tambourine
Guitar or slide trombone
The music we make here on Earth
But the words 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
