Atlantic City Hank Williams III
Well they blew u[G]p the chicken man in Philly l[C]ast night
Now they blew up[D] his house too. [G]
Down on the boardwalk they'r[C]e gettin ready for a fight
Gonna see w[D]hat them racket boys can d[G]o.
Now there's trouble bustin in fr[C]om outta state
And the D.A. [D]can't get no re[G]lief.
Gonna be a rumble out on th[C]e promenade
And the gamblin c[D]ommission's hangin on by the ski[G]n of his teeth.
Chorus:
Well now ev'rythi[C]ng dies, ba[G]by that's a fact
But maybe[D] ev'rything that die[G]s, someday comes back.
Put your makeu[C]p on, fix your hair up prett[G]y
And meet[D] me tonight in Atlantic City. [G]
Well I got [G]a job and tried to p[C]ut my money away
But I [D]got debts that no honest man can pay. [G]
So I drew what I had, fro[C]m the Central Trust
And bou[D]ght us two tickets on that City Coast bus. [G]
Chorus:
Solo: CGDG CGDG CGD Em
Now our luck m[Em]ay have died[A], and our love may b[Em]e cold [A]
But with you f[G]orever[D] I'll stay. [Em]
Now I been lookin' [Em]for a j[A]ob, but it's hard[Em] to find[A]
Down here [G]it's just winners [D]and losers. [Em]
Honey last night,[A] I met t[Em]his guy [A]
And I'm gonna [G]do a little favor for[D] him [Em]
I guess ev'r[C]ything dies, ba[A]by that's a fac[Em]t
But maybe[C] ev'rything [D]that dies, so[Em]meday comes back.
Put your hair [Em]up nice,[A] and sit up pr[Em]etty
And me[G]et me tonight[D] in Atlantic City. [Em]
[C]Meet me tonig[A]ht in Atlantic City. [Em]
[C]Meet me tonig[D]ht in Atlantic City[Em].
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