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Lyrics by: Bruce Springsteen
# Debut Chart
10 Oct '82 Mainstream Rock

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Well they blew up the Chicken man in Philly last night Now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk They're getting ready for a fight Gonna see what them racket boys can do Now there's trouble Busing in from outta state And the D.A. can't get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade And the gambling commission's hanging on By the skin of it's 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


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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 Now our luck may have died And our love may be cold But with you forever I'll stay We're going out where The sand's turning to gold So put on your stockings, baby 'Cause the night's getting cold Everything dies Baby, that's a fact But maybe everything that dies Someday comes back I've been looking 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 Well, I'm tired of coming out On the losing end So, honey, last night I met this guy And I'm gonna do a little favor for him Well, I guess everything dies Baby, that's a fact But maybe everything that dies Someday comes back Put your hair up nice And set up pretty And meet me tonight In Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

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