Atlantic City Riley Green

Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
And they blew up his house, too
Down on the boardwalk they're 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 on the promenade
And the gamblin' commissioner's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth

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

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

Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
But with you forever I'll stay
We'll be goin' out where the sands turn to gold
But put your stockings on 'cause it might get cold