Jamie T - Atlantic City lyrics
[Jamie T - Atlantic City lyrics]
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 da can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gamblin commissions hangin on by
The skin of his teeth
Well now, evrything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe evrything 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
Now, baby, evrything dies, baby
That's a fact but maybe evrything 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
Were goin out where the sands turnin to gold
Put on your stockins baby
'cause the nights getting cold
And maybe evrything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe evrything that dies
Someday comes back
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 da can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gamblin commissions hangin on by
The skin of his teeth
Well now, evrything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe evrything 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
Now, baby, evrything dies, baby
That's a fact but maybe evrything 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
Were goin out where the sands turnin to gold
Put on your stockins baby
'cause the nights getting cold
And maybe evrything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe evrything that dies
Someday comes back