Riley Green
Lyricist: Bruce Springsteen Composer: 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 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 on the promenade
And the gamblin' commissioner's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth
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
Looking for a job but it's hard to find
There's winners and there's losers and I'm south of the line
But I'm tired of getting caught on out on a losing end
I talked to a man last night gonna do a favor for him
Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on and fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well I got a job and I put my money away and I got I the kind of debt that no honest man can pay
So I drew out what I had from the central trust and I bought us two tickets for that coach city bus
Everything that dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that does someday comes back
Put your makeup on and fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City