Lyrics:

Come hell or high water
A soul's got to find some release
Some find it in power
And some in heavenly peace
Some look to the preacher
As he speaks from his holy perch
Me, I back Rev. Jack and his Roamin' Cadillac Church

So if you're stuck at the station
On the road to the Glory on High
If you need some inspiration
He's got more than your money can buy
If you're lookin' for salvation
Well, my friend, it's the end of your search
Here comes Rev. Jack and his Roamin' Cadillac Church

Ain't no use watchin' the road, son
When you ride in his automobile
'Cause we're all back seat drivers
And there's nobody at the wheel

Now for the well-to-do doctor
There's a home and a summer retreat
And for the jet-settin' banker
There's a place in the social elite
But for the poor and the hungry
All the lost souls left in the lurch
There's just Rev. Jack and his Roamin' Cadillac Church

Ain't no use watchin' the road, son
When you ride in his automobile
'Cause we're all back seat drivers
And there's nobody at the wheel