The Band - Atlantic City lyrics

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Well they blew up the Chicken Man in Philly last night

And they blew up his house, too

Down on the boardwalk, they’re 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 on that promenade

And the gambling commissioner’s hangin’ on by the skin of his teeth

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 I put my money away

But I got the kind of debt that no honest man can pay

So I drew out what 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, 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

Well we’re going out where the sand turns to gold

But put your stockings on, ‘cause it might get cold

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

Now I been looking for a job but it’s hard to find

There’s winners and there’s losers

And I’m south of the line

Well I’m tired of gettin’ caught out on the losin’ end

Well I talked to a man last night gonna do a little favor for him

Well everything dies baby that’s a fact

But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Put your make up on, fix your hair up pretty

And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Oh meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Oh meet me tonight in Atlantic City