Lyrics
Verse 1
Back in seventy-nine, on Fifth and Allen StreetThe Golden Eagle Brewery poured bock beer cold and sweetGerman brewers, Wehrfritz and Tribolet, made a homeFor the silver miners comin' in from the hills of TombstoneSwiss cheese and Limburger, a free lunch on the barFolks came walkin' in from near and riding in from far
Chorus
Upstairs at the Crystal Palace, Virgil Earp kept his doorMarshal by the window, lookin' down on Allen's floorDoc Goodfellow next to him, patchin' up the townGamblers, miners, lawmen, every one of 'em came 'roundRaise your glass to the legends, the ones who walked these hallsUpstairs at the Crystal Palace, where history still calls
Verse 2
December, eighty-one, a cold and bitter nightVirgil crossed this corner under the lamplightShotguns flashed from the shadows, he fell but didn't dieThe gunfighter's surgeon worked till the morning skyThen the fire of eighty-two took the Eagle to the groundBut a grander Palace rose up, the finest saloon around
Chorus
Upstairs at the Crystal Palace, Virgil Earp kept his doorMarshal by the window, lookin' down on Allen's floorDoc Goodfellow next to him, patchin' up the townGamblers, miners, lawmen, every one of 'em came 'roundRaise your glass to the legends, the ones who walked these hallsUpstairs at the Crystal Palace, where history still calls
Bridge
Wyatt, Morgan, Doc Holliday, they drank where you're standin' nowBig Nose Kate was here, so the old-timers vowProhibition shut the doors, but this town's too tough to dieSo pull a chair up to the mahogany, and let your spirits fly
Final Chorus
Upstairs at the Crystal Palace, Virgil Earp kept his doorMarshal by the window, lookin' down on Allen's floorDoc Goodfellow next to him, patchin' up the townGamblers, miners, lawmen, every one of 'em came 'roundRaise your glass to the legends, the ones who walked these hallsUpstairs at the Crystal Palace, where history still callsYeah, the Crystal Palace, where history still calls