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' commission's hangin'
 on by the skin of its teeth
 CHORUS:
 Well now 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 got debts that no honest man can pay
 So I drew what I had,
 from the Central Trust,
 and bought us two tickets on that City Coast bus
 CHORUS
 Now our luck may have died,
 and our love may be cold,
 but with you forever, I'll stay
 Now I been lookin' for a job,
 but it's hard to find
 Down here it's just winners and losers
 Honey, last night,
 I met this guy,
 and I'm gonna do a favor for him.
 Everything dies, baby that's a fact,
 but maybe everything that dies
 someday, comes back
 Put your hair up nice and sit up pretty,
 and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
 Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
 Meet me tonight in Atlantic City