Atlantic City

Well, they blew up the chicken man in philly last night

Now, they blew up his house, too

Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight

Gonna see what them racket boys can do



Now, there's trouble bustin' in from outta state

And the d.a. can't get no relief

Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade

And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth



Well now, ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact

But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back

Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty

And meet me tonight in atlantic city



Well, i got a job and tried to put my money away

But i got debts that no honest man can pay

So i drew what i had from the central trust

And i bought us two tickets on that coast city bus



Now, baby, ev'rything dies, honey, that's a fact...



Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold

But with you forever i'll stay

We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold

Put on your stockin's baby, `cause the night's getting cold

And maybe ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact

But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back



Now, i been lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find

Down here it's just winners and losers and don't

Get caught on the wrong side of that line

Well, i'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end

So, honey, last night i met this guy and i'm gonna

Do a little favor for him



Well, i guess everything dies, baby, that's a fact...


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