Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Atlantic City, artist - Bruce Springsteen. Date of issue: 15.10.2015
Song language: English
Atlantic City |
| 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 busin' in from outta 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 |
| CHORUS: |
| 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 bought us two tickets on that City Coast bus |
| CHORUS |
| Now our luck may have died, |
| and our love may be cold, |
| but with you forever, I’ll stay |
| Now I been lookin' for a job, |
| but it’s hard to find |
| Down here it’s just winners and losers |
| Honey, last night, |
| I met this guy, |
| and I’m gonna do a favor for him. |
| Everything dies, baby that’s a fact, |
| but maybe everything that dies |
| someday, comes back |
| Put your hair up nice and sit up pretty, |
| and meet me tonight in Atlantic City |
| Meet me tonight in Atlantic City |
| Meet me tonight in Atlantic City |