COUNTING CROWS

COUNTING CROWS - Atlantic City lyrics

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(Original 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

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' commission's hangin' on by

the skin of its teeth

(Chorus)

Well now 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 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 I'll stay

We're goin' out

where the sand's turnin' to gold

so put on your stockin's baby `cause

the night's getting cold

And 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 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

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