Hey, my good man Won’tcha come here and see about me? I can hear the angels singing I believe I’m about to be free
Billy called the doctor He said I’m sorry but you don’t need me You better touch ’em with love Touch ’em with lo-love Touch ’em with love, love, love
Hey, hey Deacon, won’tcha lay a little prayer on me? My parade leaves soon, oh buddy And I can’t be left behind
The Deacon made a jump back Made a high sign and then he cried You gotta touch ’em with love Touch ’em with lo-love Touch ’em with love, love, love
Tell mom and daddy I certainly would be pleased If they’d pack me up real loose so I could touch everybody I see Touch ’em with love Touch ’em with lo-love Touch ’em with love, love, love
Touch ’em with love Touch ’em with lo-love Touch ’em with love Touch ’em with love Touch ’em with love