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 busin' in from outta state And the DA can't get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth 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 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, everything dies, honey, that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup 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 forever I'll stay We're goin' out where the sands turnin' to gold now Put on your stockings, baby, 'cause the nights gettin' cold and Everything dies, baby, that's a fact but maybe Everything that dies someday comes back Now I've 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 this 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 But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Fix your hair up nice, make yourself look pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Come meet me tonight in Atlantic City And meet me tonight in Atlantic City (Tonight in Atlantic City) (Tonight in Atlantic City) (Meet me tonight in Atlantic City) (Tonight in Atlantic City) (Tonight in Atlantic City)