Atlantic City Songtext
von Automatic 7

Well, they blew up the chicken line 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 down on the promenade
And the gamblin′ commission′s hangin' on by the skin of its teeth

Now baby, everything dies
Baby, that′s a fact
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 myself 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


Now baby, everything dies
Baby, that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies
Someday comes back
Put your makeup on
Fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Atlantic City
Atlantic City
Atlantic City

Now our love may have died and love may be cold
But with you I′ll forever stay
We're goin′ out where the sand's turnin' to gold
So put your stockings on, baby, ′cause the night′s gettin' cold

Everything dies
Honey, that′s a fact
Maybe everything that dies
Someday comes back

Well, I've been lookin′ for a job, but it's been hard to find
Out here there′s winners and losers
Don't get caught on the wrong side of that line
I'm tired of comin′ out on this losin′ end
So last night I met this guy I'm gonna do a little favor for him


Now baby, everything dies
Baby, that′s a fact
Maybe everything that dies
Someday comes back
Put your makeup on
Fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Atlantic City
Atlantic City
Atlantic City