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