I was born down in Dallas, raised up in the city of the wind
Yeah, I spent a month of Sundays, talkin' about the places I've been
I played the blues in England, I visit the Queen
She really dug my style, but the Queens don't know a 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 coulda played down in Denmark, but the girls there was much too old
Yeah, the Italians talk funny, I don't know what they say
I can't find a chitlin' Pizza, at any price I pay
I'm goin' back to Dallas, living in the palace of the king

Oh, living in the palace of the king
Oh, living in the palace
Leaving home was hard to think

I can make you smile, every note I play
I can make you happy by playing the blues my way
I'm goin' back to Dallas, living in the palace of the king

Yeah, I'm living in the palace of the king
Oh, living in the palace
Leaving home was hard to think

I been around the world, I hear many things
Nothing can make me satisfied, but this blues I sing
I'm goin' back to Dallas, living in the palace of the king