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