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was born down in Dallas, raised up on 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 in 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, livin' in the palace of the king Oh, living in the palace of the king Living in the palace Be a natural thing Everywhere I go, don't matter what I say Lord I make you happy with every note I play Goin' back to Dallas, livin' in the palace of the king (guitar solo) Oh, living in the palace of the king Living in the palace Be a natural thing I can make you smile, I can make you swing I can make you happy with every note I play Goin' back to Dallas, livin' in the palace of the king |
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I was walking down the street
A pretty girl I've chanced to meet She was lookin' oh ! so sweet... Little angel fall ?? I was lookin' back to see If she was lookin' back to see If I was lookin' back at her I guess you were a beautiful child You got a beautiful smile ??? like a rose God I love your ??? I was lookin' back to see If she was lookin' back to see If I was lookin' back at her I guess you were a beautiful child Sure you got a beautiful smile ??? like a rose God I love your ??? I was lookin' back to see If she was lookin' back to see If I was lookin' back at her I was lookin' back to see If she was lookin' back to see If I was lookin' back at her I was lookin' back to see If she was lookin' back to see If I was lookin' back at her ... |
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| 4. |
| 4:40 |
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| 5. |
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| 5:44 |
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Here comes trouble walking the streets again
She's looking for someone to latch on to someone to call her friend You know she's never happy when she's all alone she needs some company Her heart is aching but her soul's not cold she's drowning in a sea of misery And that's what's going down You'd better watch out fellas When trouble comes around Don't you get dragged down There goes trouble she's chasing her tail again Well she's young and lean she's a young mans dream she only break your heart my friend The truth's just a dream of yesterday but belongs to someone else Her heart is aching and her soul's so frail the girl can't help herself She come unwound And that's what going down Youbetter watch out fellas When trouble comes around (guitar solo) You better watch out fellas You better watch out fellas You better watch out fellas When trouble comes around You better watch out fellas You better watch out fellas You better watch out fellas When trouble comes around Don't you get put down When she comes around Here she comes There goes trouble she's losing her mind again You know talk is cheap but when you can't sleep soothing words are your only friends She's caught in a life of yesterday it belongs to someone else Her heart is aching but her soul's so frail the girl can't help herself She come unwound And that's what going down You'd better watch out fellas When trouble comes around You better watch out fellas You better watch out fellas You better watch out fellas When trouble comes around You better watch out fellas You better oooooh fellas You better watch out fellas When trouble comes around Don't get put down When she comes around...lord Comes around When she comes around...lord Trouble comes around When she comes around Lord don't you get put down |
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Morning rain keep on falling
Like the tears that fall from my eyes And as I sit in my room Staring out at the gloom No, that's the rain in the same old blues I can't help, I can't help but remember Have the sun that would shine on my back door Now the sun turned to rain All my laughter turned to pain No, that's the rain in the same old blues Sunlight, lord I can still remember Used to shine so sweetly on my back door Now the sun turned to rain And my laughter turned to pain No, that's the rain in the same old blues Just the rain in the same old blues |
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| 4:41 |
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| 10. |
| 4:08 |
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| 4:47 |
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| 12. |
| 4:17 |
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| 13. |
| 0:25 |
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| 14. |
| 5:52 |
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| 15. |
| 0:56 |
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