Bruce Springsteen - Atlantic City lyrics
[Bruce Springsteen - Atlantic City lyrics]
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 out of state
And the DA can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gambling commission's hanging on by
The skin of it's teeth
Well, now, 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 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, 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's turning to gold
So put on your stockings, baby
'cause the night's getting cold
And everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies
Someday comes back
Now I been looking 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 coming out
On the losing end
So, honey, last night, I met this guy
And I'm gonna do a little favor for him
Well, now, 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