" Atlantic City "
"....Maybe everything that dies, someday comes back...."
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 out of state
And the DA can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of it's teeth
Everything dies baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies, someday comes back
Put your makeup on, and 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 all I had, from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
Everything dies baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies, someday comes back
Put your makeup on, and fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
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 stockings, cause the night's gettin' cold
And maybe everything dies baby, 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
