Lyrics

I was born down in Dallas Raised up in the city of wind Spent a month of Sundays Talkin' about the places I have been Played the blues in England I played 'em for the queen The queen did love my style But the queen is not my thing Goin' back to Dallas Livin' in the palace of the king Couldn't play it Moscow You know that it was way too cold Played the blues in Denmark But women there they was way too old Couldn't talk Italian Don't listen when they say Couldn't find a chitlin' pizza At any price I pay Goin' back to Dallas Oh, livin' in the palace of the king Livin' in the palace be a natural thing Ev'rywhere I go Don't matter what I say Lord, I make you happy With ev'ry note I play Goin' back to Dallas Livin' in the palace of the king Oh, livin' in the palace of the king Livin' in the palace be a natural thing I can make you smile I can make you swing I can make you happy With ev'ry note I sing Goin' back to Dallas Livin' in the palace of the king
Writer(s): Leon Russell, Donald V. Dunn, Don Nix Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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