Band

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.
Now there's / trouble bussin' in,
From / outta state, and
The / D.A. can't get no re - / lief.
Gonna / be a rumble on the / promen - ade, and
The / gamblin' commissioner's hangin' on,
By the / skin of his teeth.
Chorus:
Everything dies, baby,
That's a / fact,
But / maybe everything that / dies,
Some / day comes back.
Put your / makeup on,
Fix your / hair up pretty, and
Meet me to - night in At - / lantic City.
Well, I / got a job, and
I put my / money a - way,
But I / got the kind of debt
That no honest / man can pay.
So I / drew out what I had
From the / Central Trust, and
I / bought us two tickets
On that / Coast City bus.
Chorus:
Now our / luck may have died, and
Our / love might be cold,
But with / you for - ever I'll / stay.
We'll be / goin' out,
Where the / sands turn to gold,
But put your / stockin's on,
'Cause it / might get cold.
Chorus:
Now I've been a - / lookin' for a / job,
But it's / hard to find,
There's / winners and there's losers, and
I am / South of the line.
Well, I'm / tired of gettin' caught out
On the / losin' end,
But I / talked to a man last night,
Gonna do a little / favor for him.
Chorus:
Oh, / meet me tonight in At - / lantic City,
Oh, / meet me to - night in At - / lantic City.
Oh, / meet me to - night in At - / lantic City.
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