Palace of the King Lyrics

I was born down in Dallas,
raised up in the city of the wind.
Yeah, I could spend a month of Sundays,
talkin' 'bout the places I've been.
Yeah, I played the blues in England,
I visit 'da queen
She really dug my style,
but queen is not my thing;
I'm goin' back to Dallas,
livin' in the palace of the king.

Hey, they wanted me in Russia,
but Moscow was much too cold.
Yeah, I coulda' played down in Bismarck,
but the girls was much too old.
Yeah, Lord Italians talk 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,
livin' in the palace of the king.

Oh I'm 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,
every note I play.
I can make you happy
by playin' the blues my way.
I'm goin back to Dallas,
livin' in the palace of the king.
Yeah I'm living in the palace of the king
Yeah I'm Living in the palace,
ever serviced quite the same yeah.

Been around the world,
I heard many things,
nothing could make me feel satisfied,
but this blues I sing.
I'm goin' back to Dallas,
livin' 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.
Yeah I'm living in the palace of the king.
Yes I'm living in the palace of the king.