Lyrics
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 those racket boys can do, now there's trouble busing in from out of state, and the d.a. can't get no relief, gonna be a rumble on the promenade, and the gambling commissioner's hanging 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 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 has gone cold, but with you forever i'll stay, 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 geting caught on that losing end, but i talked to a man last night, gonna do a little favor for him, 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, oh, meet me tonight in atlantic city, oh, meet me tonight in atlantic city
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Artist: john anderson