Band The Atlantic City Lyrics

Atlantic City Lyrics

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.