Atlantic City

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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   Well,
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they blew up the Chicken Man in Philly last night
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   And they blew up his house too
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   Down on the boardwalk they're ready for a fight
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Gonna see what them racket boys can do
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   Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
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And the D. A. can't get no relief
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   Gonna be a rumble on the promenade
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And the gamblin' commissioner's hangin' on by the skin of
his teeth

[Chorus]
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Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
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But maybe everything that dies some day comes back
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Put your makeup on,
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fix your hair up pretty
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And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
F#m
   Well,
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I got a job and I put my money away
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But I got the kind of debts that no honest man can pay
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So I drew out what I had from the Central Trust
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And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

[Chorus]
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   Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
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But maybe everything that dies some day comes back
         F#m    A
Put your makeup on,
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fix your hair up pretty
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And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

[Intrumental]
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[Bridge]
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 Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
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But with you forever I'll stay
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We'll be goin' out where the sand turns to gold
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But put your stockings on, 'cause it might get cold,
oh

[Chorus]
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Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
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But maybe everything that dies some day comes back
        F#m       A
Put your   makeup on,
         D       A
fix your hair up pretty
    F#m       A          D      A
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
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   Now I've been alookin' for a job,
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but it's hard to find
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There's winners and there's losers and I'm south of the
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line
Well,
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I'm tired of gettin' caught out on the losin' end
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But I talked to a man last night,
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gonna do a little favor for him, well

[Chorus]
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Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
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But maybe everything that dies some day comes back
        F#m       A
Put your   makeup on,
         D       A
fix your hair up pretty
    F#m       A          D      A
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
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Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City
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Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City

[Solo Accordion]
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[Outro (Fade Out)]
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