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 getting ready for a fight
Gonna see what them racket boys can do

Now there's trouble fussing in from out of state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble down on the promenade
And the gambling commissions hanging on
By the skin of its teeth now, baby

Everything dies baby, that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your make up on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Well, I got myself 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 Rogue City bus now, baby

Everything dies baby, that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your make up on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
But with you I'll forever stay
We're going out where the sands turning to gold
So put your stockings on baby, 'cause the nights getting colder

Everything dies, honey that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Well, I've been looking for a job but it's been hard to find
Out here there's winners and losers
Don't get caught on the wrong side of that line
I'm tired of coming out on this losing end
So last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do
A little favor for him now, baby

Everything dies baby, that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your make up on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Atlantic City