Lyrics

Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night Now they blew up his house too Out on the boardwalk they're getting ready for a hell of a fight Gonna see what them racket boys can do Well there's trouble busing in from out of state and the D.A. can't get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade And the gambling commission's hanging on by the skin of its teeth Well, 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 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 Well, 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 will stay We're going out west where the sand's turning to gold, so Put on your stockings, babe, 'cause the night's getting cold Everything dies baby, that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back (One, two, three, four) Well, 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 I'm so tired of coming up on the losing end, so Honey, last night I met this guy, and I'm gonna do a little favor for him Well, 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 Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Come on and meet me (meet me tonight in Atlantic City) Come on and meet me (meet me tonight in Atlantic City) Yeah-eah, come on and meet me (meet me tonight in Atlantic City) Come and meet me, oh (meet me tonight in Atlantic City) Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Come on and meet me tonight in Atlantic City (meet me tonight in Atlantic City) Come on, meet me tonight in Atlantic City (meet me tonight in Atlantic City) Ahwl!
Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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