| I was born down in Dallas, raised up in the city of the wind
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| Yeah, I spent a month of Sundays, talkin' about the places I’ve been
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| I played the blues in England, I visit the Queen
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| She really dug my style, but the Queens don’t know a thing
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| I’m goin' back to Dallas, living in the palace of the king
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| They wanted me in Russia, but Moscow was much too cold
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| I coulda played down in Denmark, but the girls there was much too old
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| Yeah, the Italians talk funny, I don’t know what they say
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| I can’t find a chitlin' Pizza, at any price I pay
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| I’m goin' back to Dallas, living in the palace of the king
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| Oh, living in the palace of the king
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| Oh, living in the palace
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| Leaving home was hard to think
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| I can make you smile, every note I play
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| I can make you happy by playing the blues my way
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| I’m goin' back to Dallas, living in the palace of the king
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| Yeah, I’m living in the palace of the king
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| Oh, living in the palace
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| Leaving home was hard to think
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| I been around the world, I hear many things
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| Nothing can make me satisfied, but this blues I sing
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| I’m goin' back to Dallas, living in the palace of the king |