Atlantic City by Bruce Springsteen Lyrics and Chords

Atlantic City is one of the most popular songs of the time. Atlantic City lyrics were written by Bruce Springsteen. This song has sung by Bruce Springsteen

SingerBruce Springsteen
AlbumJericho
Released1993
Difficultyabsolute beginner

Atlantic City

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 busin’ in from outta state
And the D.A. can’t get no relief
Gonna be a rumble on the promenade
And the gamblin’ commissioner’s hangin’ 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 out 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’ll be goin’ out where the sands turn to gold
But put your stockings on ’cause it might get cold…

*****

Oh, 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 lookin’ for a job, but it’s hard to find
There’s winners and there’s losers
And I’m 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

Well, 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
Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City

**********

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

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

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

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 gettin’ 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, gonna do a little favor for him

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

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