Lyrics:

Hey, my good man Wontcha come here and see about me I can hear the angels singing I believe Im about to be free Billy called the doctor He said Im sorry but you dont need me You better touch em with love Touch em with lo-love Touch em with love, love, love Hey! Hey Deacon, wontcha lay a little prayer on me My parade leaves soon, oh buddy And I cant 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 theyd 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