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