My Boulder Lyrics
| Song | My Boulder |
| Artist | The King Blues |
| Album | Save The World, Get The Girl |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I’m Obelix, | |
| You are my boulder, | |
| Well I ain’t never seen such a big hard bastard cry like | |
| I did that day, | |
| He said “I lost everything that ever meant anything and | |
| I can’t go on living this way”, | |
| He slammed his pint down on the table and said “ | |
| I ain’t never drinking again”, | |
| I put my hand on his shoulder, looked him square in the eye and | |
| I said “listen my friend, | |
| You can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I’m Obelix, | |
| You are my boulder” | |
| You can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I’m Obelix, | |
| You are my boulder | |
| I said “If you need a place to stay you can always come over, | |
| I’ll clean out the front room and you can sleep on my sofa”, | |
| He said “I can only apologise if | |
| I seem out of touch, | |
| The only reason | |
| I scream and shout is cos | |
| I care so much”, | |
| So you can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I’m Obelix, | |
| You are my boulder. | |
| You can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I’m Obelix, | |
| You are my boulder | |
| Rats! They fought the dogs, and killed the cats, | |
| And bit the babies in the cradles, | |
| And ate the cheeses out of the vats, | |
| And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles, | |
| Split open the kegs of salted sprats, | |
| Made nests inside men's | |
| Sunday hats, | |
| And even spoiled the women's chats, | |
| By drowning their speaking | |
| With shrieking and squeaking | |
| In fifty different sharps and flats. | |
| You can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I’m Obelix, | |
| You are my boulder | |
| You can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I’m Obelix, | |
| You are my boulder | |
| You can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I’m Obelix, | |
| You are my boulder | |
| You can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I’m Obelix, |
| You can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I' m Obelix, | |
| You are my boulder, | |
| Well I ain' t never seen such a big hard bastard cry like | |
| I did that day, | |
| He said " I lost everything that ever meant anything and | |
| I can' t go on living this way", | |
| He slammed his pint down on the table and said " | |
| I ain' t never drinking again", | |
| I put my hand on his shoulder, looked him square in the eye and | |
| I said " listen my friend, | |
| You can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I' m Obelix, | |
| You are my boulder" | |
| You can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I' m Obelix, | |
| You are my boulder | |
| I said " If you need a place to stay you can always come over, | |
| I' ll clean out the front room and you can sleep on my sofa", | |
| He said " I can only apologise if | |
| I seem out of touch, | |
| The only reason | |
| I scream and shout is cos | |
| I care so much", | |
| So you can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I' m Obelix, | |
| You are my boulder. | |
| You can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I' m Obelix, | |
| You are my boulder | |
| Rats! They fought the dogs, and killed the cats, | |
| And bit the babies in the cradles, | |
| And ate the cheeses out of the vats, | |
| And licked the soup from the cook' s own ladles, | |
| Split open the kegs of salted sprats, | |
| Made nests inside men' s | |
| Sunday hats, | |
| And even spoiled the women' s chats, | |
| By drowning their speaking | |
| With shrieking and squeaking | |
| In fifty different sharps and flats. | |
| You can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I' m Obelix, | |
| You are my boulder | |
| You can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I' m Obelix, | |
| You are my boulder | |
| You can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I' m Obelix, | |
| You are my boulder | |
| You can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I' m Obelix, |
| You can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I' m Obelix, | |
| You are my boulder, | |
| Well I ain' t never seen such a big hard bastard cry like | |
| I did that day, | |
| He said " I lost everything that ever meant anything and | |
| I can' t go on living this way", | |
| He slammed his pint down on the table and said " | |
| I ain' t never drinking again", | |
| I put my hand on his shoulder, looked him square in the eye and | |
| I said " listen my friend, | |
| You can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I' m Obelix, | |
| You are my boulder" | |
| You can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I' m Obelix, | |
| You are my boulder | |
| I said " If you need a place to stay you can always come over, | |
| I' ll clean out the front room and you can sleep on my sofa", | |
| He said " I can only apologise if | |
| I seem out of touch, | |
| The only reason | |
| I scream and shout is cos | |
| I care so much", | |
| So you can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I' m Obelix, | |
| You are my boulder. | |
| You can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I' m Obelix, | |
| You are my boulder | |
| Rats! They fought the dogs, and killed the cats, | |
| And bit the babies in the cradles, | |
| And ate the cheeses out of the vats, | |
| And licked the soup from the cook' s own ladles, | |
| Split open the kegs of salted sprats, | |
| Made nests inside men' s | |
| Sunday hats, | |
| And even spoiled the women' s chats, | |
| By drowning their speaking | |
| With shrieking and squeaking | |
| In fifty different sharps and flats. | |
| You can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I' m Obelix, | |
| You are my boulder | |
| You can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I' m Obelix, | |
| You are my boulder | |
| You can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I' m Obelix, | |
| You are my boulder | |
| You can lean on me, | |
| Cry on my shoulder, | |
| If I' m Obelix, |
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