Lyrics
I was born down in Dallas
Raised up in the city of the wind
Yeah, I could spend a month of Sundays
Talkin' about the places I've been
Yeah, I played the blues in England
I visit the queen
She really dug my style
But queen is not my thing
I'm goin' back to Dallas
Living in the palace of the king
Hey, they wanted me in Russia
But Moscow was much too cold
Yeah, I could have played down in Denmark
But the girls was much too old
Yeah, let me tell you something funny
I don't know what they say
I can't find a chitlins pizza
For any price I pay
I'm goin' back to Dallas
Living in the palace of the king
Oh, living in the palace of the king
Yeah, I'm living in the palace
Gives me service quite the same, yeah
I can make you smile
With every note I play
I can make you happy
Playin' the blues my way
I'm goin' back to Dallas
Living in the palace of the king
Yeah, living in the palace of the king
Yeah, I'm living in the palace
Never had service quite the same, yeah
Been around the world
I have many things
Nothing can make me satisfied
But this blues that I sing
I'm goin' back to Dallas
Living in the palace of the king
Oh, I'm living in the palace of the king
Hey, I'm living in the palace of the king
Hey, I'm living in the palace of the king
Yes, I'm living in the palace of the king
Yeah, I'm living, I'm living in the palace of the king
Yeah, I'm living-
