Bruce Springsteen – Atlantic City Lyrics  Share

From Bruce Springsteen's album: Nebraska

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 bustin^, 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 his teeth

(chorus)
Well now, ev^,rything dies, baby, that^,s a fact
But maybe ev^,rything 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

[ Atlantic City lyrics from
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(chorus)

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
Put on your stockin^,s baby, `cause the night^,s getting cold
And maybe ev^,rything dies, baby, that^,s a fact
But maybe ev^,rything 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 the losin^, end
So, honey, last night I met this guy and I^,m gonna
do a little favor for him

(chorus)
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