| 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. |
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