Putumayo、Daphne Gale - Atlantic City

Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last nightAnd they blew up his house, tooDown on the boardwalk, they're getting ready for a fightGonna see what them racket boys can doNow there's trouble busing in from out of stateAnd the D.A. can't get no reliefGonna be a rumble out on the promenadeAnd the gambling commission's hanging on by the skin of its teethWell, now, everything dies, baby, that's a factBut maybe everything that dies someday comes backPut your makeup on, fix your hair up prettyAnd meet me tonight in Atlantic CityWell, I got a job and tried to put my money awayBut I got debts that no honest man can paySo I drew what I had from the Central TrustAnd I bought us two tickets on that Coast City busWell, now, everything dies, baby, that's a factBut maybe everything that dies someday comes backPut your makeup on, fix your hair up prettyAnd meet me tonight in Atlantic CityNow, our luck may have died, and our love may be coldBut with you, forever, I'll stayWe're going out where the sand's turning to goldSo put on your stockings, baby, 'cause the night's getting coldAnd everything dies, baby, that's a factBut maybe everything that dies someday comes backNow I been looking for a job, but it's hard to findDown 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 endSo, honey, last night, I met this guy, and I'm gonna do a little favor for himWell, now, everything dies, baby, that's a factBut maybe everything that dies someday comes backPut your makeup on, fix your hair up prettyAnd meet me tonight in Atlantic City