Lyrics

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