Atlantic City

Lyrics：Bruce Springsteen Music：Bruce Springsteen

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

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Well now 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 debts that no honest man can pay

So I drew what I had from the Central Trust

And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

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Now our luck may have died and our 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 baby `cause the night's getting cold

And everything dies baby 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 hair up nice and set up pretty

and meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Meet me tonight in Atlantic City