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
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