I lived in no holy house but the grand hotelThe 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 knowI'm sayin' goodbye, bye, bye, dallas;I can't stay.Should have been at the palaceYesterdayBye, bye, dallas; got to goAnd I remember when they told me so.Right now I'm wonderin' whereThe 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 palaceYesterdayBye, bye, dallas; got to goAnd I remember when they told me so.Bye, bye, dallas;I can't stay.Should have been at the palaceYesterday.Ain't no bother; it's understoodLivin' under cover don't do no good.Bye, bye, dallas.