di Springsteen
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
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 DA 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
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, honey, 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…