Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
Yeah they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight
Gonna see what those racket boys can do
There's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble on the promenade
And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
Everything dies, baby that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies some day comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Got me a job, try to put my money away
But I got these debts no honest man can pay
I drew 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
Maybe everything that dies some day comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well our luck may have died and our love may be cold
With you forever I'll stay
Goin' down where the sand turns to gold
Put on your stockings babe, the night's gettin' cold
Everything dies, baby that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies some day comes back
I'm still lookin' for a job but they're hard to find
Down here there's winners and losers
Don't get caught on the wrong side of that line
Me I'm tired of the losin' end
Last night I met a guy
Gonna do a favor for him
Everything dies, baby that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies some day comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
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Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
Yeah they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight
Gonna see what those racket boys can do
There's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble on the promenade
And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
Everything dies, baby that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies some day comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Got me a job, try to put my money away
But I got these debts no honest man can pay
I drew 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
Maybe everything that dies some day comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well our luck may have died and our love may be cold
With you forever I'll stay
Goin' down where the sand turns to gold
Put on your stockings babe, the night's gettin' cold
Everything dies, baby that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies some day comes back
I'm still lookin' for a job but they're hard to find
Down here there's winners and losers
Don't get caught on the wrong side of that line
Me I'm tired of the losin' end
Last night I met a guy
Gonna do a favor for him
Everything dies, baby that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies some day comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Yeah they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight
Gonna see what those racket boys can do
There's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble on the promenade
And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
Everything dies, baby that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies some day comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Got me a job, try to put my money away
But I got these debts no honest man can pay
I drew 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
Maybe everything that dies some day comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well our luck may have died and our love may be cold
With you forever I'll stay
Goin' down where the sand turns to gold
Put on your stockings babe, the night's gettin' cold
Everything dies, baby that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies some day comes back
I'm still lookin' for a job but they're hard to find
Down here there's winners and losers
Don't get caught on the wrong side of that line
Me I'm tired of the losin' end
Last night I met a guy
Gonna do a favor for him
Everything dies, baby that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies some day comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Writer: Bruce Springsteen
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC