[Verse 1]
Hey, my good man
Wontcha come here and see about me?
I can hear the angels singin'
I believe I'm about to be free
Billy called the doctor
And said, "I'm sorry but you don't need me
You better touch 'em with love
Touch 'em with love-love
Touch 'em with love, love, love"
[Verse 2]
Hey, hey Deacon
Wontcha lay a little prayer on me?
My parade leaves soon, old buddy
And I can't be left behind
The Deacon made a jump back
Made a high sign, and thеn he cried
"You gotta touch 'em with lovе
Touch 'em with love-love
Touch 'em with love, love, love"
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 3]
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 love-love
Touch 'em with love, love, love
Hey, my good man
Wontcha come here and see about me?
I can hear the angels singin'
I believe I'm about to be free
Billy called the doctor
And said, "I'm sorry but you don't need me
You better touch 'em with love
Touch 'em with love-love
Touch 'em with love, love, love"
[Verse 2]
Hey, hey Deacon
Wontcha lay a little prayer on me?
My parade leaves soon, old buddy
And I can't be left behind
The Deacon made a jump back
Made a high sign, and thеn he cried
"You gotta touch 'em with lovе
Touch 'em with love-love
Touch 'em with love, love, love"
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 3]
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 love-love
Touch 'em with love, love, love
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