I was born down in Dallas, raised up in the city of the wind
Yeah, I could spend a month of Sundays, talkin' about the places I've been
Yeah, I played the blues in England, I visit with the queen
She really dug my style, but queen is not my thing
I'm goin' back to Dallas, living in 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
Yeah, let me tell you something 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, living in the palace of the king

Living in the palace of the king
I'm living in the palace of the king

I can makе you smile with every notе I play
I can make you happy playin' the blues my way
I'm goin' back to Dallas, living in the palace of the king

I'm living in the palace of the king
I'm living in the palace of the king

I been around the world, I have many things
Nothing makes me satisfied, but this blues I sing
I'm goin' back to Dallas, living in the palace of the king
Living in the palace of the king
I'm living in the palace of the king...