Lyrics

WHAT KINDA CAR? ©2002 Quint Randle/Jeff Hinton

V1
Stuck at a jammed intersection
Waiting in line for the light
When a ragged young man in a beat up old van
Turned and looked me in the eye

Well, the moment ignited a question
And made me reflect on my life
If the Lord came again to live among men
What kinda car would he drive?

V2
A luxury car's too pretentious
And SUV's eat too much gas
All mini-vans and those compact sedans
They're sorely lacking in class

As I pondered I came to an answer
Which wheels would fit Him just right
If the Lord came again to live among men
What kinda' car would He drive?
What kinda' car would He drive?

CHORUS
He'd drive a pickup truck!
Carpenter tools in the back
He?d cruise around in that heaven on wheels
Doin' every kind of kindly act
Choppin' wood for the widow next door
Haulin' goods for the hungry and poor
If you were stuck in a rut
He'd lift you up
In His short-bed, step-side, half-ton pickup truck

SHORT SOLO/BRIDGE
It's no limosine
But this machine
Is all He really needs

REPEAT CHORUS 2X (with Crowd)


Contact:
Quint Randle (BMI)
qrandle@comcast.net
801-223-4959