Touch 'Em With Love - Bobbie Gentry

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