Atlantic City - Ryan Adams/Bruce Springsteen
Composed by：Bruce Springsteen
Well they
Blew up the chicken man
In Philly last night and
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 out of state
And the
DA 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 yeah
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
Kind of debts
No honest man can pay
So I drew know what 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
Will be going out where
The sand's turning to gold
So
Put on your stockings baby
The night's getting cold
Everything dies
That's a fact
But maybe everything that dies
Someday comes back
Now I been looking for a job
But it's hard to find
It's winners and losers and
My self of that line
Well I'm tired of coming out
On the losing end
So I talk I met last time
And I do a little favor for him
Baby
Everything dies
Baby thats 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