Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen
Music: Bruce Springsteen
Sung by Alex Koford with Phil Lesh & the Terrapin Family Band in 2013
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 bustin 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 his 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
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 entral Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that coast city bus
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
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 sands turning to gold
Put on your stockings, baby, 'cause the night's getting cold
And maybe everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Now, 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
Well, I'm tired of coming out on the losing end
So, honey, last night I met this guy and Im gonna do a little favor for him
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