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 bustin 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 his teeth
 Well now, evrything dies, baby, that's a fact
 But maybe evrything 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
 Now, baby, evrything dies, honey, that's a fact...
 Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
 But with you forever I'll stay
 Were goin out where the sands turnin to gold
 Put on your stockins baby, 'cause the nights getting cold
 And maybe evrything dies, baby, that's a fact
 But maybe evrything 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, Im tired of comin out on the losin end
 So, honey, last night I met this guy and Im gonna
 Do a little favor for him
 Well, I guess everything dies, baby, that's a fact...