I have been a wandering
  I have traveled near an far
  One conclusion I have made
  Is God don't own a car
  
  He doesn't wear no fancy clothes
  He'd rather take the bus
  He would pay a tourist fare
  So he could sit with us
  
  He doesn't have a 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