Atlantic City - Electric Nebraska

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Well, they blew up the Chicken Man in Philly last night

They blew up his house, too

And on the boardwalk, they're gettin' ready for a hell of a fight

Gonna see what them racket boys can do

Well now, they're busin' 'em in from out of state

'Til the D.A. can't get no relief

Gonna be trouble out on the promenade

And the gambling commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth

Well, 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 in too deep and I could not pay

So I drew what I had from the Central Trust

And I bought two tickets on that Coast City bus

(Well) 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, ooh

Well now, our luck may have died, and our love may be cold

But with you forever I'll stay

I'm goin' out, baby, where the sand's turnin' to gold

I'm goin' down there half, but I'm comin' back whole

'Cause everything dies, baby, that's a fact

But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

(One, two, three, four)

I turned up dead out of luck and strung out on the line

Mister, this hand I've been dealt keeps me comin' up short each time

I've 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 losin' end

So, honey, last night I met this guy, and I'm gonna do a little favor for him

Well, I guess 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

Hey, meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Yeah, meet me tonight in Atlantic City