| While out sailing on the ocean
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| While out sailing on the sea
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| I bumped into the Savior
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| And He said, «Pardon me»
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| I said, «Jesus, you look tired»
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| He said, «Jesus, so do you
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| Won’t you sit down, son
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| 'Cause I got some fat to chew?»
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| See, everybody needs somebody that they can talk to
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| Someone to open up their ears
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| And let that trouble through
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| Now you don’t have to sympathize
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| Or care what they may do
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| But everybody needs somebody that they can talk to
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| Well he spoke to me of morality
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| Starvation, pain, and sin
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| Matter of fact the whole dang time
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| I only got a few words in
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| But I won’t squawk, let him talk
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| Hell, it’s been a long long time
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| And any friend that’s been turned down
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| Is bound to be a friend of mine
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| 'Cause everybody needs somebody that they can talk to
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| Someone to open up their ears
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| And let that trouble through
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| Now you don’t have to sympathize
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| Or care what they may do
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| But everybody needs somebody that they can talk to
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| Pick it!
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| Now we sat there for an hour or two
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| Just a-eatin' that Gospel pie
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| When around the bend come a terrible wind
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| And lightning lit the sky
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| He said, «So long, son, I gotta run
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| I appreciate you listening to me»
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| And I believe I heard him sing these words
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| As he skipped out across the sea
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| Hey everybody needs somebody that they can talk to
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| Someone to open up their ears
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| And let that trouble through
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| Now you don’t have to sympathize
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| Or care what they may do
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| But everybody needs somebody that they can talk to
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| Everybody needs somebody that they can talk to |