"Atlantic City" lyrics

Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
And 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 out of state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gambling commissioner's hanging on by the skin of his teeth
Yeah

Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
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 I put my money away
But I got the kind of debts no honest man can pay
So I drew all I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

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

Now, our luck may have died and our love may be cold
But with you, forever I'll stay
We'll be going out where the sand turns gold
So put on your stockings, baby, the night's getting cold
Yeah

Everything dies, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

I been looking for the charm, but it's hard to find
There's winners, there's losers and I'm South of the line
Well, I'm tired of getting caught out on the losing end
So I talked to a man last night I'm gonna do a little favor for him

Baby, 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