Atlantic City

Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night

And they blew up his house, too

Down on the boardwalk they're 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 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 some day comes back

Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty

And meet me tonight, in Atlantic city

Well, I got a job and I put my money away

But I got the kind of debts that no honest man can pay

So I drew out what I had from the central trust

And I bought us two tickets on that coast city bus

Everything dies, baby that's a fact

But maybe everything that dies some day 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'll be goin' out where the sands turn to gold

But put your stockings on 'cause it might get cold

Oh, everything dies, baby that's a fact

But maybe everything that dies some day comes back

Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty

And meet me tonight, in Atlantic city

Now I've been a-lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find

There's winners and there's losers

And I am south of the line

Well, I'm tired of gettin' caught out on the losin' end

But I talked to a man last night

Gonna do a little favor for him

Well, everything dies, baby that's a fact

But maybe everything that dies some day comes back

Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty

And meet me tonight, in Atlantic city

Oh, meet me tonight, in Atlantic city

Oh, meet me tonight, in Atlantic city