Dallas

(donald fagen & walter becker)

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 , Ive got to go,
You tell everyone I know

Im sayin goodbye, bye, bye, dallas;
I cant stay.
Should have been at the palace
Yesterday
Bye, bye, dallas; got to go
And I remember when they told me so.

Right now Im 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;
Ive been living low so long,
Gotta get back where I belong.

Im sayin goodbye, bye, bye, dallas;
I cant 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 cant stay.
Should have been at the palace
Yesterday.
Aint no bother; its understood
Livin under cover dont do no good.
Bye, bye, dallas.