The Band - Atlantic City lyrics
[The Band - 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
Ready for a fight
Gonna see what them 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 on the promenade
And the gamblin' commissioner's hangin' on by
The skin of his teeth
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
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
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
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
Sand turns to gold
But put your stockings on
'cause it might get cold
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
Now I've been a-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
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
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 DA 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
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
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
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
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
Sand turns to gold
But put your stockings on
'cause it might get cold
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
Now I've been a-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
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