Standard (EADGBE)

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' commission's hangin' on by

the skin of its teeth

Well now 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 debts that no honest man can pay

So I drew what I had from the Central Trust,

and I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

Well now 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 sand's turnin' to gold so put on your stockin's baby

'cause the night's getting cold

Well now everything dies baby 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 this 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 hair up nice fix your hair up pretty,

and meet me tonight in Atlantic City

and meet me tonight in Atlantic City

and meet me tonight in Atlantic City