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Atlantic City Lyrics

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 busin' in from outta state and the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and the
gamblin' commissions hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
Everything dies baby that's a fact,
but 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 a job and tried to put my money away,
but I got debts no honest man can pay.
So I drew what I had from the Central of Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your make-up on, put 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 forever I'll stay
We're goin' out where the sands turnin' to gold so put on your stockin's cause the nights gettin' cold
and maybe everything dies that's a fact,
but maybe everything 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 favour for him
Well, I guess everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your make-up on, fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
meet me tonight in Atlantic City
meet me tonight in Atlantic City
meet me tonight in Atlantic City
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