Atlantic City (Troubadour Version)

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

Yeah, 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 busin' in from outta state

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

Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade

And the gambling commission's hanging by the skin of its teeth

Well now, 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 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, 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's turning to gold

Put on your stockings, baby, 'cause the night's getting cold

And maybe everything dies

And that's a fact

But maybe everything that dies

Someday comes back

Now I've been looking for a job, but it's so 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 losing 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

In Atlantic City

Meet me tonight