Well,
they blew up a chicken man in Philly last night
And they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they're getting ready
For a hell of a fight,
gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble bussing in from out of state
And the DA can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gambling commission's hanging on by the skin of its teeth
Well now, everything dies, baby, that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
But you make a pawn,
fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well,
I got a job, I'm trying to put my money away
But I got debts no honest man can pay
Drew what I had from the central church
Bought us two tickets on that cold city bus
Well now, everything dies, baby, that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
But you make a pawn, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Now our love may have died and our love may be cold
But we'll be together forever out of state
We're going out where the sand is turning to gold
Put on your stockings,
babe,
cause the nights get cold
Well, now, everything dies, baby, that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
I've been looking for a job,
but it's hard to find Here it's just winners and losers
And don't get caught on the wrong side of that line
Well,
I'm tired of coming out on the losing end So honey,
last night I met a guy
I'm gonna do a little favor for him
Well, everything dies, baby, that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
But you make a pawn,
fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
You kidding me?