Atlantic City

Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night And 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' commissioner's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth Everything dies, baby, that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on and fix your hair real pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Well, I got a job and I tried to put my money away Man, I got debts that no honest man can pay So I drew what I had out from the Central Trust And then I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus Everything dies, baby, that's a fact And maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on and fix your hair real pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Well, 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 turn to gold So put on your stockings, baby, 'cause the night's getting cold And everything dies, baby, 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 Out here it's winners and losers And don't get caught on the wrong side of that line I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end So last night I met a guy downtown, I'm gonna do a little favor for him Everything dies and baby, that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on, fix your hair real pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City