Levon Helm - Atlantic City lyrics
[Levon Helm - Atlantic City 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 getting ready for a fight
Gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble
Busing in from outta state
And the DA can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble on the promenade
And the gambling commissioner's hanging 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 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're going out where the sand turns to gold
So put on your stockings
'Cause it might get cold
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 looking for a job
But, it's hard to find
There's winners and there's losers
And I am south of the line
Well, I'm tired of getting caught
On the losing 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 hair up nice and set up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Chicken 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 outta state
And the DA can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble on the promenade
And the gambling commissioner's hanging 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 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're going out where the sand turns to gold
So put on your stockings
'Cause it might get cold
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 looking for a job
But, it's hard to find
There's winners and there's losers
And I am south of the line
Well, I'm tired of getting caught
On the losing 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 hair up nice and set up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City