Atlantic City

Well, they blew up the Chicken Man in Philly last night And they blew up his house, too On the boardwalk they're getting ready for a fight See what them racket boys can do There's trouble busting in from out of state And the D.A. can't get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade And the gambling commission's barely hanging on Baby, everything dies, honey, that's a fact Maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put my makeup on, and wear my hair up pretty And I'll meet you tonight in Atlantic City Well, I got a job and put my money away But I've got debts that no honest man can pay I drew what I had from the Central Trust I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus Baby, everything dies, sugar, that's a fact Baby, everything that dies one day comes back Put my makeup on, and put my hair up pretty And I'll meet you tonight in Atlantic City Our luck may have died and our love may be cold But with you forever I'll stay We're going out where the sand's turning to gold I'll pull my stockings up, baby, 'cause the night's getting cold And maybe everything dies, honey, that's a fact Maybe everything that dies one day comes back Well, I'm looking for a job but it's hard to find It's just winners and losers and I'm stuck on the wrong side of that line I'm tired of coming out on the losing end Last night I met this guy, I'll do a favor for him Baby, everything dies, honey, that's a fact Maybe everything that dies one day comes back Put my makeup on, and wear my hair up pretty I'll meet you tonight in Atlantic City I'll meet you tonight in Atlantic City I'll meet you tonight in Atlantic City