Lyrics Palace of the King - Black Stone Cherry
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
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