Atlantic City - John Anderson

Well, they blew up the

Chicken man in Philly last night

And they blew up his house too

Down on the boardwalk

They’re getting ready for a fight

Gonna see what them racket boys can do

Now there’s trouble

Busing in from outta state

And the D.A.

can’t get no relief

Gonna be a rumble on the promenade

And the gambling commissioner’s hanging on

By the skin of his teeth

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

I put my money away

But I got the kind of 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

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 going out where

The sand turns to gold

So put on your stockings

'Cause it might get cold

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, I’ve been looking 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 getting caught

On the losing end

But I talked to a man last night

Gonna do a little favor for him

Well, everything dies

Baby, that’s a fact

But maybe everything that dies

Someday comes back

Put your hair up nice

And set up pretty

And meet me tonight

In Atlantic City

Meet me tonight

In Atlantic City

Oh, meet me tonight

In Atlantic City