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You take a rickety plane up from Seattle into Anchorage |
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You step on the concrete gazing at the midnight sun |
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Jump in my pickup and we'll drive |
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Bring your troubles down Highway 9 |
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I got a pull-out couch and a job lined up at the cannery |
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You hitch a ride to Homer, Alaska - brother, the drinks will be on me |
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[chorus] |
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Raise a glass, tip the chalice, welcome to Alice's Champagne Palace |
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The finest bar in the strip in Homer, Alaska |
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If you're from New York, LA, Dallas |
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You'll find a home at the Champagne Palace |
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Alice will pour you a cold one, go ahead and ask her |
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If you're running away to Alaska |
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Now the mountains rise from ocean to sky in Homer, Alaska |
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And they'll steal your breath and your troubles in the blink of an eye |
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You'll hear a band with a steel guitar |
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There's a window seat right at the bar |
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The whales are breeching and Alice is preaching "Like a Rolling Stone" |
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She'll push a Mason jar across the bar and say "Mister, welcome home" |
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[repeat chorus] |
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[bridge] |
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You've never been to a prettier place than Homer, Alaska |
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You'll never find a kinder face than the one behind the bar |
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Homer's a town full of misfit toys |
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Renegade women, runaway boys |
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Everybody's got a story here in Homer-town |
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I guess sometimes you gotta go to the end of the earth just to turn yourself around |
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Raise a glass, tip the chalice, welcome to Alice's Champagne Palace |
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The finest bar in the strip in Homer, Alaska |
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If you're from New York, LA, Dallas |
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You'll find a home at the Champagne Palace |
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Alice will pour you a cold one, go ahead and ask her |
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If you're running away.....brother you just might stay..... |
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If you're running away to Alaska.....Alaska....right on the strip in Homer....Alaska |
