Atlantic City by Rodney Parker Lyrics
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
And 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’ commission’s hangin’ on by the skin of
His 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
Bridge:
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 turn to gold
So put on your stockings, baby, the nights are gettin’
Cold
Everything dies baby, that’s a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Now I’ve been looking for a job, but it’s hard to find
Down here
Its 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 end
So honey, last night I met this guy and I’m gonna do a
Little favor for him
Chorus
And 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’ commission’s hangin’ on by the skin of
His 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
Bridge:
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 turn to gold
So put on your stockings, baby, the nights are gettin’
Cold
Everything dies baby, that’s a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Now I’ve been looking for a job, but it’s hard to find
Down here
Its 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 end
So honey, last night I met this guy and I’m gonna do a
Little favor for him
Chorus