Atlantic City (Live in Jersey) [feat. Bruce Springsteen and Kings of Leon]

Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night And they blew up his house, too Down on the boardwalk, they're getting ready for a hell of a fight Gonna see what them racket boys can do Now there's trouble bussing 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 hanging on by the skin of it's teeth Well, now, everything dies, baby, that's a fact 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, tried to put my money away But I got debts no honest man can pay Drew what I had from the Central Trust Bought us two tickets on that cold city bus Well, now everything dies, baby, that's a fact 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 going out where the sand's turning to gold Put on your stockings, baby, 'cause the night's getting cold Maybe, everything dies, baby, that's a fact Maybe everything that dies someday comes back One, two, three, four I've been looking for a job, but it's hard to find Here, it's just winners and losers and Don't get caught on the wrong side of that line Well, I'm tired of coming out on this losing end So, honey, last night, I met a guy I'm gonna do a little favor for him Well, everything dies, baby, 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 Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Everyone give it up for Kayla Faraway on the bar! You kidding me?