Em        G                C           G
Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
         Em         G                 C           G
Now, they blew up his house, too
           Em           G                  C      G
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight
     Em        G                    C             G
Gonna see what them racket boys can do
             Em         G            C     G
Now, there's trouble bustin' in from outta state
       Em        G           C            G
And the D.A. can't get no relief
          Em     G          C             G
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
        Em            G                        C           D
And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth


[Chorus]

         Em     G                C        G
Well now, ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact
          Em           G           D         Em
But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back
                G            C       G
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
    Em       G           C       G
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City


[Verse]

       Em      G                   C          G
Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away
            Em           G     C          G
But I got debts that no honest man can pay
      Em           G          C         G
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
      Em               G            C          D
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus


[Chorus]

         Em     G                C        G
Well now, ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact
          Em           G           D         Em
But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back
                G            C       G
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
    Em       G           C       G
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City


[Bridge]

D      C                          Em
Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
   C         D            Em
But with you forever I'll stay
      C                         Em
We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold
C      G                          C            G
Put on your stockin's baby, `cause the night's gettin' cold
   C           G                C         G
And maybe ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact
          C          G             D         C
But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back


[Verse]

           Em              G              C        G
Now, I been lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find
                Em               G              
Down here it's just winners and losers and don't
        C                   G                  
   get caught on the wrong side of that line
           Em              G         C      G 
Well, I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end
                Em                G            
So, honey, last night I met this guy and I'm gonna
 C                   G
do a little favor for him 


[Chorus]

         Em     G                C        G
Well now, ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact
          Em           G           D         Em
But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back
                G            C       G
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
    Em       G           C       G
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City