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Atlantic City lyrics
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
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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 in too deep and I could not pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
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 sands turnin to gold
so put on your stockin s 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
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