Now there's a man we always take for granted, perhaps because he's everybody's friend.A comforter in sickness and in sorrow, a tower for so many at the end.And though he walks where no one else would venture, and tough is tough when all the chips are down.Yet to the stranger penniless and hungry, he'll always be the softest touch in town.Captain, brother, reverend or father, no matter what his creed or his gown.To the swaggy and the drunkard and the hobo, he'll always be the softest touch in town.But in wartime in the jungle or the desert, he marched beside the soldiers all the way.And often just behind the line of battle, his khaki congregation knelt to pray.And sometimes in a prison camp of horror, or just before a sinking ship went down.He proved to all the world to be the bravest, this man who's now the softest touch in town.Captain.Captain, brother, reverend or father, no matter what his creed or his gown.To the swaggy and the drunkard and the hobo, he'll always be the softest touch in town.MusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicSongMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicTo bless and keep the softest touch in townCaptain, brother, reverend or fatherNo matter what his creed or his gownTo the swaggy and the drunkard and the hoboHe'll always be the softest touch in townHe'll always be the softest touch in town