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 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 commissioner's hanging by the skin of his teeth Now, baby, everything dies, that's a fact Baby, everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Well, I got a job and tried to put money away But I got debts no honest man can pay So I drew what I had from the Central Trust Bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus Now, baby, everything dies, honey, that's a fact Maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City Well, our luck might 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 Put your stockings on, baby, 'cause the night's getting cold Maybe everything dies, baby, that's a fact Maybe everything that dies someday comes back Now I been looking for a job but it's hard to find Down here, it's just winners and losers, don't get caught on the wrong side of the line Well, I'm tired of coming out on the losing end So, honey, last night I met this guy, I'm gonna do a little favor for him Now, baby, everything dies, that's a fact Maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Everything that dies someday comes back Maybe, maybe, maybe Maybe, maybe, maybe Everything that dies someday comes back Maybe, maybe, maybe Everything that dies someday comes back Meet me tonight Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City Someday, we'll come back Meet me tonight Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City ...