Lyrics
Verse 1
July of eighty-two, the paper ran the newsA brand-new Crystal Palace, with somethin' for to loseChandeliers a-sparklin' and a mirror on the wallA long mahogany bar stretched the length of the hallGoldfish in a fountain spoutin' water clear and brightAnd Mrs. Lincoln on the piano playin' every night
Chorus
It's the finest saloon in the TerritoryEvery bottle and every barstool's got a storyFrom the Earps to the miners, they all came here to playAnd the games were honest, that's what the old folks saySo fill it up, partner, tonight you're part of the gloryAt the finest saloon in the Territory
Verse 2
Mine bosses and rustlers stood shoulder to the barCowboys and the lawyers and the stagecoach bandits tooProspectors with a nugget sharin' tables with a judgeNobody pulled a pistol, and nobody held a grudgeThey kept the killin' outside and they kept the dealin' squareThat's why the town's best people always gathered there
Chorus
It's the finest saloon in the TerritoryEvery bottle and every barstool's got a storyFrom the Earps to the miners, they all came here to playAnd the games were honest, that's what the old folks saySo fill it up, partner, tonight you're part of the gloryAt the finest saloon in the Territory
Bridge
Four-thirty-six East Allen, it's still standin' proudSame old corner, same old laughin' crowdVirgil's window's lookin' down on everyone in townSo tip your hat to the marshal, and pour another round
Final Chorus
It's the finest saloon in the TerritoryEvery bottle and every barstool's got a storyFrom the Earps to the miners, they all came here to playAnd the games were honest, that's what the old folks saySo fill it up, partner, tonight you're part of the gloryAt the finest saloon in the TerritoryHere's to the Crystal Palace, the finest in the Territory