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 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' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth

Everything dies baby that's a fact

But 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 and tried to put my money away

But I got in too deep and I could not pay

So I drew what I had from the Central Trust

And I bough us two tickets on that Coast City bus

Now our luck may have died and out love may

Be cold but with you forever I'll stay

We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold

So put on your stockin's 'cause the night's getting' cold and maybe everything dies

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

Down here it's just winners and losers and

Don't get caught on the wrong side of that line

Well I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end

So honey last night I met this guy and I'm

Gonna do a little favor for him

Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact

But maybe everything that dies someday

Comes back

Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and

Meet me tonight in Atlantic City