(Original by Bruce Springsteen) 



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 busin' 

in from outta state and the D.A. 

can't get no relief 

Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade 

and the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by 

the skin of its teeth 

(Chorus) 

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 

(Chorus) 

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 sand's turnin' to gold 

so put on your stockin's baby `cause 

the night's getting cold 

And 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 comin' out on the losin' 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