Written by Sam Beam
verse 1 C G Am F Am G God made the automobile to pass all the pretty girls C G Am F Am G That smoke by the side of the road, their blues loving boys in tow C G Am F Am G To drive until the end of the day and bow to a borrowed flag C G Am F Am G Beside all the brave and the blind, and men without men in mindverse 2 C G Am F Am G God made the automobile and I made a little boy C G Am F Am G To pass all the blissfully young, the snake with a forked tongue C G Am F Am G That preys on the wanting for time and makes in the sleepless waves C G Am F Am G The fear of the black and the Jew and blood for the camera crewF C G To pass all the things he made C G Am But then never bothered to name F C G And no one will tell the truth C G Am And no one will hide it from you F C G Like birds around the graveF C G To pass all the things he made C G Am But then never bothered to name F C G And no one will tell the truth C G Am And no one will hide it from you F C G Like birds around the grave