Lyrics

(Donald Fagen & Walter Becker) I lived in no holy house but the Grand Hotel The back streets of this old town I know so well And I drunk of no holy wine save muscatel; Now my friend , I've got to go You tell everyone I know I'm sayin' goodbye, bye, bye, Dallas; I can't stay Should have been at the palace Yesterday Bye, bye, Dallas; got to go And I remember when they told me so Right now I'm wonderin' where The good times have gone; All the things I never loved when they wwas mine Hot city and an empty pocket make a man think on; I've been living low so long Gotta get back where I belong I'm sayin' goodbye, bye, bye, Dallas; I can't stay Should have been at the palace Yesterday Bye, bye, Dallas; got to go And I remember when they told me so Bye, bye, Dallas; I can't stay Should have been at the palace Yesterday Ain't no bother; it's understood Livin' under cover don't do no good Bye, bye, Dallas