Author/Performer: Bruce Springsteen
VERSE 1:
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.
VERSE 2:
Now there's trouble bustin in from out-a state
And the D.A can't get no relief
Gonna be a tumble out on the promenade
And the gamblin commission's hanging on
by the skin of his teeth
CHORUS:
Well now, everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your make up on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
VERSE 3:
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.
CHORUS:
Now baby, everything dies, honey that's a fact.
But maybe everthing that dies someday comes back.
Put your make up on, fix your hair up pretty.
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
VERSE 4:
Now our, luck may 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 on your stockins baby cause
the night's getting cold
CHORUS:
And maybe everything dies, baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
VERSE 5:
Now I been looking 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 coming out on the losing end.
So honey last night I met this guy,
And I'm gonna do a little favour for him.
CHORUS:
Well I guess, everything dies baby that's a fact.
But maybe everthing that dies someday comes back.
Put your make up on, fix your hair up pretty.
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City.