Song lyrics Atlantic city by Bruce Springsteen

Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk theyīre gettinī ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do

Now thereīs trouble businī in from outta state and the D.A. canīt get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and the gamblinī commissionīs hanginī on by the skin of its teeth

(Chorus)
Well now everything dies baby thatīs 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 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 Iīll stay
Weīre goinī out where the sandīs turninī to gold so put on your stockinīs baby īcause the nightīs getting cold
And everything dies baby thatīs a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Now I been lookinī for a job but itīs hard to find
Down here itīs just winners and losers and donīt get caught on the wrong side of that line
Well Iīm tired of cominī out on the losinī end
So honey last night I met this guy and Iīm gonna do a little favor for him
Well I guess everything dies baby thatīs a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your hair up nice and set up pretty
and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City