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Atlantic City
Jeremy Allen White
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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 bussin' in from out of state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
Well, now, everything dies, baby, that's a fact
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
Baby, everything dies, honey, that's a fact
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 turnin' to gold
So just put on your stockings, baby, 'cause the night's gettin' cold
Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Now I've been lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find
Down here, there's winners and losers and don't get caught on the wrong side of that line
Tired of coming out on this losin' end
So, honey, last night, I met this guy, and I'm gonna do a little favor for him
Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Fix your hair up nice, 'self up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Will you meet me tonight in Atlantic City?
Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Will you meet me tonight in Atlantic City?
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