Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Good evening, Dublin!
[Verse 1]
Well, they blew up the Chicken Man in Philly last night
Now they blew up his house too
Down on the Boardwalk they're getting ready for a hell of a fight
Gonna see what those racket boys can do
Yeah, there's trouble busting in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gambling commission's hanging on by the skin of its teeth
[Chorus]
Well, now everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
Come on and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
[Verse 2]
Well, I got a job and put my money away
But I had debts that no honest man could pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that coast city bus
[Chorus]
Well, now everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Solo!
[Bridge]
Well, our luck may have died, and our love may be cold
But with you forever I'll stay
We're going out where the sands turn in to gold
Put on your stockings, baby, night's getting cold
Well, now, maybe everything dies, maybe that's a fact
But maybe, everything that dies someday come back
Hey!
[Verse 3]
Well, I've been looking for a job, but it's hard to find
Down here it's winners and losers, and a wrong side of that line
Well, I'm tired of coming on the losing end
So, honey, last night I met this guy, I'm gonna do a favor for him
[Chorus]
Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
Meet me tonight (meet me tonight)
Meet me tonight (meet me tonight)
Meet me tonight (meet me tonight)
Meet me tonight (meet me tonight)
Meet me tonight (meet me tonight)
Meet me tonight (meet me tonight)
Meet me tonight (meet me tonight)
Meet me tonight (meet me tonight)
Meet me tonight (meet me tonight)
Meet me tonight (meet me tonight)
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City!
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Lah-lah-lah-lah-lah
Lah-lah-laah...
Good evening!
Atlantic City (Live in Dublin) was written by Bruce Springsteen.