Lyrics Palace of the King - Popa Chubby

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