Written by John Hurley, Ronnie Wilkins

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