In a motel room in Delacroix, I was drinkin' like a Dartmouth boy, And thinkin' 'bout the wrong turns that I took.
Well, I woke up on the puke-green floor, And opened up a dresser drawer, Lookin' for a bottle, But instead I found a book.
A book about a man, A book about the dude who lives above, A book about a man, Who drives a pickup full of sweet sweet love. Now, if you think He doesn't care, Or maybe that He isn't there, It's not too late To see how wrong you are. So when your soul has gone astray, Just let God be your Triple-A, He'll tow you to salvation And He'll overhaul your heart. A book about a man, A book about the dude who lives above, A book about a man, Who drives a pickup full of sweet sweet love.