Lyrics:

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