I was born up in Dallas
Raised up in the city of the wind
Could have spent a month of Sundays
Talkin' about the places I've been
I played the blues in England
Had a visit with the queen
She really dug my style
But queen is not my thing
Back to the palace of the king
They wanted me in Russia
But Moscow was much too cold
I could have played down in Denmark
But the girls was much too old
Let me tell you something funny
I don't notice what they say
I can't find a chitlins pizza for any price I pay
I'm goin' back to Dallas
Back to the palace of the king
Yes, I'm living in the palace of the king
Living in the palace
Now I've never have service quite the same
Yes, I'm living in the palace of the king
Living in the palace
Now I've never have service quite the same
I can make you smile with every note I play
And I can make you happy playin' the blues my way
I'm goin' back to Dallas
Back to the palace of the king
Living in the palace of the king
Living in the palace of the king
Living in the palace of the king
Yes, I'm living in the palace
I have been all around this world
I have seen so many things
Nothing makes me satisfied
But these blues I sing
I'm goin' back to Dallas
Back to the palace of the king
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