Atlantic City

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

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

They’re bussing in trouble from outta state

And the D.A. can't get no relief

Gonna be a rumble on that promenade

And the gambling commission's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth

Everything dies, baby, that's a fact 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 had me a job tried to put some money away

But I got the type of debt that no honest man can pay

So I drew what I had from that Central Trust

And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

Everything dies, baby, that's a fact 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 hearts may have grown cold

But with you forever I'll stay

We're goin' out where the sand turns to gold

Put your stockings on baby, `cause it might get cold

Everything dies, baby, that's a fact maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

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

Down here there's winners and there’s losers

Don't get caught on the wrong side

I'm just tired of coming out on that losing end

I met a man last night honey gonna do a favor for him

Everything dies, baby, that's a fact maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City