Levon Helm
Levon Helm - Atlantic City lyrics
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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 gettin' ready for a fight Gonna see what them racket boys can do Now, there's trouble bustin' in from outta state And the DA can't get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade And the gamblin' commissioner's hangin' 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 Central Trust And I bought us two tickets on that coast city bus Now, baby, everything dies, honey, that's a fact... 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 turnin' to gold Put on your stockins 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've 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 comin' out on the losin' end So, honey, last night I met this guy and I'm gonna Do a little favour 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