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
And there's trouble busing in from out of state
And the DA can't get no relief
There's gonna be a rumble on the promenade
And the gambling commissioner's hanging on by the skin of his teeth
And everything dies, baby that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday it comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
I got a job and I put my money away
But I got the kinda debt no honest man can pay
So, I drew out all I had from that central trust
And I bought us two tickets down on that co-city bus
And everything dies, baby that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday it comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Our luck may have died, and our love may grow cold
But honey with you forever I'll stay
We're going out west where the sand turns to gold
Put your stockings on cause it might get cold
Everything dies, baby that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday it comes back
Won't you put your makeup on, and fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
I been looking for a job, but it's so hard to find
Cause there's winners and there's losers and I'm south of the line
And I'm tired of getting caught out 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
Maybe everything that dies someday it comes back
Won't you put your makeup on, and fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Everything dies, honey that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday it comes back
Put your makeup on, and fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
I said everything dies, baby that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday it comes back
Won't you put your makeup on, and fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Oh, won't you meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Oh, honey meet me tonight in Atlantic City
The Vegabonds - Atlantic City (Live) 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
And there's trouble busing in from out of state
And the DA can't get no relief
There's gonna be a rumble on the promenade
And the gambling commissioner's hanging on by the skin of his teeth
And everything dies, baby that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday it comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
I got a job and I put my money away
But I got the kinda debt no honest man can pay
So, I drew out all I had from that central trust
And I bought us two tickets down on that co-city bus
And everything dies, baby that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday it comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Our luck may have died, and our love may grow cold
But honey with you forever I'll stay
We're going out west where the sand turns to gold
Put your stockings on cause it might get cold
Everything dies, baby that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday it comes back
Won't you put your makeup on, and fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
I been looking for a job, but it's so hard to find
Cause there's winners and there's losers and I'm south of the line
And I'm tired of getting caught out 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
Maybe everything that dies someday it comes back
Won't you put your makeup on, and fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Everything dies, honey that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday it comes back
Put your makeup on, and fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
I said everything dies, baby that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday it comes back
Won't you put your makeup on, and fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Oh, won't you meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Oh, honey meet me tonight in Atlantic City
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
And there's trouble busing in from out of state
And the DA can't get no relief
There's gonna be a rumble on the promenade
And the gambling commissioner's hanging on by the skin of his teeth
And everything dies, baby that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday it comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
I got a job and I put my money away
But I got the kinda debt no honest man can pay
So, I drew out all I had from that central trust
And I bought us two tickets down on that co-city bus
And everything dies, baby that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday it comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Our luck may have died, and our love may grow cold
But honey with you forever I'll stay
We're going out west where the sand turns to gold
Put your stockings on cause it might get cold
Everything dies, baby that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday it comes back
Won't you put your makeup on, and fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
I been looking for a job, but it's so hard to find
Cause there's winners and there's losers and I'm south of the line
And I'm tired of getting caught out 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
Maybe everything that dies someday it comes back
Won't you put your makeup on, and fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Everything dies, honey that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday it comes back
Put your makeup on, and fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
I said everything dies, baby that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday it comes back
Won't you put your makeup on, and fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Oh, won't you meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Oh, honey meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Writer: Bruce Springsteen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC