| I was born down in Dallas, raised up in the city of the wind
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| Yeah, I could spend a month of Sundays, talkin' about the places I’ve been
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| Yeah, I played the blues in England, I visit with the queen
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| She really dug my style, but queen is not my thing
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| I’m goin' back to Dallas, back to the palace of the king
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| Hey, they wanted me in Russia, but Moscow was much too cold
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| Yeah, I could have played down in Denmark, but the girls was much too old
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| Yeah, let me tell you something funny, I don’t know what they say
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| I can’t find a Chitlins Pizza for any price I pay
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| I’m goin' back to Dallas, back to the palace of the king
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| Oh, living in the palace of the king
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| Yeah, I’m living in the palace, gives me service quite the same yeah
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| I can make you smile with every note I play
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| I can make you happy playin' the blues my way
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| I’m goin back to Dallas, back to the palace of the king
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| Oh, living in the palace of the king
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| Yeah, I’m living in the palace, never had service quite the same yeah
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| I been around the world, I have many things,
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| nothing makes me satisfied, but this blues I sing
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| I’m goin' back to Dallas, back to the palace of the king
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| Yeah I’m living in the palace of the king
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| Living in the palace of the king… |