Benjamin Francis Leftwich - Atlantic City lyrics

Well they blew up the chicken
Man in Philly last night
They blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin'
Ready for a hell of a fight
Gonna see what those racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta
State and the DA can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by
The skin of it's teeth

Well now everything dies baby that's a fact
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 tried
To put my money away
But, I've 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 everything dies baby that's a fact
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 goin' out where the
Sand's turnin' to gold
Put on your stockings, babe
Cause the night's getting cold

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
But, I'm tired of comin' out
On the losin' end
So last night I met this guy and I'm
Gonna do a little favor for him

Everything dies baby that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City