By: jimmy buffett, buzz cason
1971
I have been out wandering
I have traveled far
One conclusion I have made
Is God dont own a car
He dont wear no fancy clothes
Hed rather take the bus
He would pay a tourist fare
So he could sit with us
He dont 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
Hell join our band then well understand
Why God dont own a car
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la