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
| Singer | Bruce Springsteen |
| Album | Nebraska |
| Released | 1982 |
| Tuning | E A D G B E |
Atlantic City by lyrics:
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
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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 tonight in Atlantic City
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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
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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 tonight in Atlantic City
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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
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Oh, 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 tonight in Atlantic City
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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
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Well, 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 tonight in Atlantic City
Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City
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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
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 and I’m 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
