Karaoké Atlantic City 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 out of 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

Well now everything dies baby that's a fact

Maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Put your make-up on

Fix your hair up pretty

And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Wooh ooh hoo

Wooh

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 baby that's a fact

Maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Put your make-up on

Fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Oh, oh oh

Ho oh oh

Oh oh oh

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

But put on your stockings babe 'cos the night's gettin' cold

And everything dies baby that's a fact

But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Wooh

Wooh ooh ooh

Wooh

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 this 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

Maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Put your hair up nice

Fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City

And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Ooh, ooh ooh

Wooh ooh ooh

Wooh wooh ooh

Wooh ooh ooh

Wooh ooh hoo

Ah, ah ooh