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' commissions 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 I put my money away

But I got the kinda 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 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 goin' out where the sands turnin' to gold

So put your stockings on, cause it might get cold

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

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

There's winners and there's losers, and I'm south of the line

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

But I talked to a man last night, gonna do a little favor for him

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