Atlantic City Songtext / Lyric

Well they blew up the chicken man in Pilly 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´comission´s hangin´ on by the skin of its teeth

Chorus:
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 in too deep and I could not pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

(Chorus)

Now our luck may have died and our love may
be cold but with you forever I´ll stay
We´re goin´ out where the sand´s turnin´ to gold
so put on your stockin´s ´cause the night´s
gettin´ cold and maybe everything dies
That´s a fact but maybe everything 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 I´m tired of comin´ out on the losin´ end
So honey last night I met this guy and I´m
gonna do a little favor for him
Well I guess 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