Lyrics

He 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 he’s been
Yeah, he played the blues in England,
A visit with the queen
She really dug his style,
But queen wasn’t his thing
I'm goin' back to Dallas,
Back to the palace of the king

They wanted him in Russia,
But Moscow was much too cold
He could have played down in Denmark
But the girls were much too old
He could make you smile
With every note he played
His name was Freddie King
And played the blues his way
I'm goin' back to Dallas,
Back to the palace of the king

Oh, living in the palace of the king
Yeah, living in the palace,
Doesn’t feel quite the same