
Atlantic City Hank Williams III
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[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
Now there's trouble busin' in from out of state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gambling commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
Well, I got a job, tried to put my money away
But I got debts no honest man could pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And bought us two tickets on that City Coast bus
[Chorus]
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, 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
[Verse 2]
Now there's trouble busin' in from out of state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gambling commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
Well, I got a job, tried to put my money away
But I got debts no honest man could pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And bought us two tickets on that City Coast bus
[Chorus]
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
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