Alice's Champagne Palace - Ellis Paul

You take a rickety plane

From Seattle up into Anchorage

You step on the concrete

Gazing at the midnight sun

Jump in my pickup

And we’ll drive

Bring your troubles

Down highway nine

I got a pullout couch

And a job lined up at the cannery

Catch a ride to Homer, Alaska,

Brother, the drinks will be on me

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We’ll raise a glass

Lift a chalice

Welcome to Alice’s Champagne Palace

The finest bar on the strip in Homer, Alaska

If you’re from New York, LA, Dallas,

You’ll find a home at the Champagne Palace

Alice will pour you a cold one

You go ahead and ask her,

If you’re running away to Alaska

Now the mountains rise from ocean to sky

In Homer, Alaska

And they’ll steal your breath

And your troubles in the blink of an eye

You’ll hear a band with a steel guitar

There’s a window seat right at the bar

The whales are breeching

And Alice is preaching

«Like a Rolling Stone»

She’ll push a mason jar

Across the bar and say,

«Mister, welcome home»

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You’ve never been to

A prettier place than Homer, Alaska

You’ll never find a kinder face

Than the one behind the bar

Homer’s a town full of misfit toys,

Renegade women, runaway boys

Everybody’s got a

Story here in Homer Town

I guess sometimes you gotta go

To the end of the earth

Just to turn yourself around

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