Crystal Palace - Every Barstool's Got a Story – a Tombstone, Arizona song by Tanuki Thunder

Verse 1

July of eighty-two, the paper ran the news
A brand-new Crystal Palace, with somethin' for to lose
Chandeliers a-sparklin' and a mirror on the wall
A long mahogany bar stretched the length of the hall
Goldfish in a fountain spoutin' water clear and bright
And Mrs. Lincoln on the piano playin' every night

Chorus

It's the finest saloon in the Territory
Every bottle and every barstool's got a story
From the Earps to the miners, they all came here to play
And the games were honest, that's what the old folks say
So fill it up, partner, tonight you're part of the glory
At the finest saloon in the Territory

Verse 2

Mine bosses and rustlers stood shoulder to the bar
Cowboys and the lawyers and the stagecoach bandits too
Prospectors with a nugget sharin' tables with a judge
Nobody pulled a pistol, and nobody held a grudge
They kept the killin' outside and they kept the dealin' square
That's why the town's best people always gathered there

Chorus

It's the finest saloon in the Territory
Every bottle and every barstool's got a story
From the Earps to the miners, they all came here to play
And the games were honest, that's what the old folks say
So fill it up, partner, tonight you're part of the glory
At the finest saloon in the Territory

Bridge

Four-thirty-six East Allen, it's still standin' proud
Same old corner, same old laughin' crowd
Virgil's window's lookin' down on everyone in town
So tip your hat to the marshal, and pour another round

Final Chorus

It's the finest saloon in the Territory
Every bottle and every barstool's got a story
From the Earps to the miners, they all came here to play
And the games were honest, that's what the old folks say
So fill it up, partner, tonight you're part of the glory
At the finest saloon in the Territory
Here's to the Crystal Palace, the finest in the Territory