Jim White If Jesus Drove A Motor Home Lyrics

If Jesus Drove A Motor Home Lyrics

If Jesus drove a motor home, I wonder would he drive pedal to the metal, or real
slow? Checking out the stereo. Cassette

playing Bob Dylan, motivation tapes. Tricked up Winnebago, with the tie-dye
drapes. If Jesus drove a motor home... If Jesus

drove a motor home, and he come to your town, would you try to talk to him?
Would you follow him around? Honking horns at

the drive thru. Double-parking at the mall. Midnight at the Waffle House -
Jesus eating eggs with ya'll. If Jesus drove a

motor home... Buddha on a motorcycle, Mohammed in a train. Here come Jesus in
the passing lane... but everybody smile, 'cause

everybody's grooving. Ain't nothing like the feeling of moving with a bona fide
motorized savior. Now if we all drove

motor homes, well maybe in the end, with no country to die for, we could just
be friends. One world as our highway. Ain't

no yours or my way. We'd be cool wherever we roam - if Jesus drove a motor
home.