(riff)
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 pl[E7]ayed the blues in England, I v[E7/G#]isit with the queen
She r[A]eally dug my style, but qu[C]een is not my thing
I'm g[E]oin' back to Dallas, li[B]ving in the palace of the k[E]ing
(riff)
Hey, they wanted me in Russia, but Moscow was much too cold
Yeah, I could have played down in Denmark, but the girls was much too old
Yeah, let me t[E7]ell you something funny, I d[E7/G#]on't know what they say
I can't f[A]ind a Chitlins Pizza for a[C]ny price I pay
I'm g[E]oin' back to Dallas, l[B]iving in the palace of the king
Oh, li[D]ving in the p[A]alace of the k[Em]ing
Yeah, I'm l[D]iving in the p[A]alace, gives me s[G]ervice q[B7]uite the same yeah
(riff)
I can make you smile with every note 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
Oh, l[D]iving in the p[A]alace of the k[Em]ing
Yeah, I'm l[D]iving in the p[A]alace, never had service quite the same yeah
I be[E7]en around the world, I [E7/G#]have many things,
n[A]othing makes me satisfied, but t[C]his blues I sing
I'm g[E]oin' back to Dallas, l[B]iving in the palace of the king
repeat this and fade out:
Yeah I'm li[A]ving in the palace of the k[E]ing
L[A]iving in the palace of the k[E]ing...
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 pl[E7]ayed the blues in England, I v[E7/G#]isit with the queen
She r[A]eally dug my style, but qu[C]een is not my thing
I'm g[E]oin' back to Dallas, li[B]ving in the palace of the k[E]ing
(riff)
Hey, they wanted me in Russia, but Moscow was much too cold
Yeah, I could have played down in Denmark, but the girls was much too old
Yeah, let me t[E7]ell you something funny, I d[E7/G#]on't know what they say
I can't f[A]ind a Chitlins Pizza for a[C]ny price I pay
I'm g[E]oin' back to Dallas, l[B]iving in the palace of the king
Oh, li[D]ving in the p[A]alace of the k[Em]ing
Yeah, I'm l[D]iving in the p[A]alace, gives me s[G]ervice q[B7]uite the same yeah
(riff)
I can make you smile with every note 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
Oh, l[D]iving in the p[A]alace of the k[Em]ing
Yeah, I'm l[D]iving in the p[A]alace, never had service quite the same yeah
I be[E7]en around the world, I [E7/G#]have many things,
n[A]othing makes me satisfied, but t[C]his blues I sing
I'm g[E]oin' back to Dallas, l[B]iving in the palace of the king
repeat this and fade out:
Yeah I'm li[A]ving in the palace of the k[E]ing
L[A]iving in the palace of the k[E]ing...
