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' commissions

hangin' on
by the skin
of its 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 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

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
We're goin' out
where the sands

turnin' to gold
so put
on your stockin's

cause the nights
gettin' cold
and maybe

everything dies
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