We'll, they blew up the Chicken Man in Philly last night
and they blew up his house, too.
Down on the corner they're getting ready for a fight
gonna see what them racket boys can do.
Now there's trouble busin' in from out of state
and the D.A. can't get no relief.
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenande
and the gamblin' commisioner's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth, baby.
Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
but maybe everything that dies someday comes back.
Putt your makeup on, fix yourself up pretty
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
Well, I got a job and I put some money away
but I got debts no honest man can pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust,
bought us two tickets on that cross city bus, baby.
Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
but maybe everything that dies someday comes back.
So put your makeup on, fix yourself up pretty.
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
Luck may have died and luck may be cold, but,
with you forever I'll stay.
We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold, baby
Put on your stockings 'cause the nights get cold, maybe
everthing dies, baby, that's a fact
but maybe everything that dies somday comes back.
Now I've been lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find.
Out here it's just winners and loosers
and don't get caught on the wrong side of that line.
I'm tired of coming out on this losin' end
Baby last night I met this guy,
gonna do a little favor for him, baby
Eveything dies, baby, that's a fact
but maybe everything that dies, someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix yourself up pretty
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic CIty
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

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