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 Reverend 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 Reverend 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 Reverend 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