I lived in no holy house but the Grand Hotel

The back streets of this old town I know so well.

And I drunk of no holy wine save muscatel;

Now my friend , I've got to go,

You tell everyone I know



I'm sayin' goodbye, bye, bye, Dallas;

I can't stay.

Should have been at the palace

Yesterday

Bye, bye, Dallas; got to go

And I remember when they told me so.



Right now I'm wonderin' where

the good times have gone;

All the things I never loved when they wwas mine.

Hot city and an empty pocket make a man think on;

I've been living low so long,

Gotta get back where I belong.



I'm sayin' goodbye, bye, bye, Dallas;

I can't stay.

Should have been at the palace

Yesterday

Bye, bye, Dallas; got to go

And I remember when they told me so.



Bye, bye, Dallas;

I can't stay.

Should have been at the palace

Yesterday.

Ain't no bother; it's understood

Livin' under cover don't do no good.

Bye, bye, Dallas.