| I have been out wandering
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| I have traveled far
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| One conclusion I have made
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| Is God don’t own a car
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| He don’t wear no fancy clothes
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| He’d rather take the bus
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| He would pay a tourist fare
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| So he could sit with us
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| He don’t have no tamborine
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| Guitar or slide trombone
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| The music we make here on Earth
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| The words they are His own
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| And when we finally reach His home
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| And walk among the stars
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| He’ll join our band then we’ll understand
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| Why God don’t own a car
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la |