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• Atlantic City - Bruce Springsteen
• Atlantic City - Hank Williams, Jr.
• Atlantic City - Counting Crows
• Atlantic City - Band
• Atlantic City - The Band
• Atlantic City - Hank Williams III
• Atlantic City - Hank Williams Sr.
• Atlantic City - Jamie T
• Atlantic City - Levon Helm

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:
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 in too deep and I could not pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
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
so put on your stockin's 'cause the night's
gettin' 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 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 makeup on fix your hair up pretty and

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 bought us two tickets on that City Coast bus
CHORUS
Now our luck may have died,
and our love may be cold,
but with you forever, I'll stay
Now I been lookin' for a job,
but it's hard to find
Down here it's just winners and losers
Honey, last night,
I met this guy,
and I'm gonna do a favor for him.
Everything dies, baby that's a fact,
but maybe everything that dies
someday, comes back
Put your hair up nice and sit up pretty,
and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

(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

Capo on 2nd Fret (below are just chord shapes), actual chords are:
(F#m=(Em), A=(G), D=(C), E=(D), E7=(D7), Bm=(Am))
Em G C G
Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
Em G C G
And they blew up his house, too.
Em G C G
Down on the boardwalk they're ready for a fight
Em G C G
Gonna see what them racket boys can do.
Em G C G
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
Em G C G
And the D.A. can't get no relief.
Em G C G
Gonna be a rumble on the promenade
Em G D
And the gamblin' commissioner's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth.
Em G C G
Everything dies, baby that's a fact
Em G C G
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back.
Em G C G
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
Em G C G
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
Well, I got a job and I put my money away
But I got the kind of debts that no honest man can pay.
So I drew out 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 some day comes back.
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
Am C
Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
D Em
But with you forever I'll stay.
Am C
We'll be goin' out where the sands turn to gold
D D7
But put your stockings on 'cause it might get cold.
Oh, everything dies, baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back.
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
Now I've been a-lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find
There's winners and there's losers
And I am South of the line.
Well, I'm tired of gettin' caught out on the losin' end
But I talked to a man last night,
Gonna do a little favor for him.
Well, everything dies, baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back.
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City,

Capo on 2nd Fret (below are just chord shapes), actual chords are:
(F#m=(Em), A=(G), D=(C), E=(D), E7=(D7), Bm=(Am))
Em G C G
Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
Em G C G
And they blew up his house, too.
Em G C G
Down on the boardwalk they're ready for a fight
Em G C G
Gonna see what them racket boys can do.
Em G C G
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
Em G C G
And the D.A. can't get no relief.
Em G C G
Gonna be a rumble on the promenade
Em G D
And the gamblin' commissioner's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth.
Em G C G
Everything dies, baby that's a fact
Em G C G
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back.
Em G C G
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
Em G C G
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
Well, I got a job and I put my money away
But I got the kind of debts that no honest man can pay.
So I drew out 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 some day comes back.
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
Am C
Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
D Em
But with you forever I'll stay.
Am C
We'll be goin' out where the sands turn to gold
D D7
But put your stockings on 'cause it might get cold.
Oh, everything dies, baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back.
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
Now I've been a-lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find
There's winners and there's losers
And I am South of the line.
Well, I'm tired of gettin' caught out on the losin' end
But I talked to a man last night,
Gonna do a little favor for him.
Well, everything dies, baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back.
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City,
Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City.

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 bought us two tickets on that City Coast bus
[Chorus]
Now our luck may have died,
And our love may be cold,
But with you forever, I'll stay
Now I been lookin' for a job,
But it's hard to find
Down here it's just winners and losers
Honey, last night,
I met this guy,
And I'm gonna do a favor for him.
Everything dies, baby that's a fact,
But maybe everything that dies
Someday, comes back
Put your hair up nice and sit up pretty,
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

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 bought us two tickets on that City Coast bus
CHORUS
Now our luck may have died,
and our love may be cold,
but with you forever, I'll stay
Now I been lookin' for a job,
but it's hard to find
Down here it's just winners and losers
Honey, last night,
I met this guy,
and I'm gonna do a favor for him.
Everything dies, baby that's a fact,
but maybe everything that dies
someday, comes back
Put your hair up nice and sit up pretty,
and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

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 d.a. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gamblin commissions hangin on by the skin of his teeth
Well now, evrything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe evrything 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, evrything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe evrything 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
Were goin out where the sands turnin to gold
Put on your stockins baby, 'cause the nights getting cold
And maybe evrything dies, baby, that's a fact

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, thats 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