Atlantic City — Hank Williams Iii

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 outta 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

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Well now everything dies, baby that's a fact, but maybe everything that dies, someday comes back Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City

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 bought us two tickets on that City Coast bus

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Now our luck may have died, and our love may be cold, but with you forever, I'll stay

Now I been lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find Down here it's just winners and losers

Honey, last night, I met this guy, and I'm gonna do a favor for him.

Everything dies, baby that's a fact, but maybe everything that dies someday, comes back

Put your hair up nice and sit up pretty, and meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City