BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN - Atlantic City Lyrics

Well, they blew up the chicken man in philly last nightNow, they blew up his house, tooDown on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fightGonna see what them racket boys can doNow, there's trouble bustin' in from outta stateAnd the d.a. can't get no reliefGonna be a rumble out on the promenadeAnd the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of his teethWell now, ev'rything dies, baby, that's a factBut maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes backPut your makeup on, fix your hair up prettyAnd meet me tonight in atlantic cityWell, I got a job and tried to put my money awayBut I got debts that no honest man can paySo I drew what I had from the central trustAnd I bought us two tickets on that coast city busNow, baby, ev'rything dies, honey, that's a fact...Now our luck may have died and our love may be coldBut with you forever I'll stayWe're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to goldPut on your stockin's baby, `cause the night's getting coldAnd maybe ev'rything dies, baby, that's a factBut maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes backNow, I been lookin' for a job, but it's hard to findDown here it's just winners and losers and don'tGet caught on the wrong side of that lineWell, I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' endSo, honey, last night I met this guy and I'm gonnaDo a little favor for himWell, I guess everything dies, baby, that's a fact...
 

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