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Atlantic City

This song is by Counting Crows.

This song is a cover of "Atlantic City" by Bruce Springsteen.
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night,
Then they blew up his house too,
Down on the board walk 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.

And now everything dies baby that's a fact,
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back,
Put your make-up on fix your hair up pretty,
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City, yeah.

Yeah 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,
Yeah and I got us two tickets on that Coast City bus.

And now everything dies baby that's a fact,
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back,
Put your make-up on fix your hair up pretty,
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City, c'mon.

Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold,
But with you forever I'll stay,
We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold,
So put on your stocking's baby 'cause, the night's getting cold,

Baby everything dies baby that's a fact,
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back.

Oh I been lookin' 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,
Now I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end,
So last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him.

And I guess everything dies baby that's a fact,
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back,
Put your hair up nice and put up pretty,
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City,
Oh meet me tonight in Atlantic City,
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City, yeah,
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City, oh, oh.

Written by:

Bruce Springsteen

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