paroles de chanson 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
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1 Palace of the King
2 Lookin' Back
3 Healing In Her Hands
4 Sweet Goddess of Love and Beer
5 Stoop Down Baby
6 Trouble
7 Same Old Blues
8 Anything You Want Me to Do
9 Low Down and Dirty
10 Waitin' for the Light
11 Angel On My Shoulder
12 You Rub Me the Wrong Way
13 Secret Chubby
14 Sweat
15 Chubby's Goodnight
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