[F#m A D A] [F#m A D A]

{VERSE} 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 busing in, from outta state and the D.A. can’t get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade [ F#m A E] and the gambling commissioners hanging on, by the skin of his teeth

{CHORUS} 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

{SOLO}

Well I got a job and tried to put my money away But I got in too deep and I could not pay So I drew what I had from the Central Trust And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

{CHORUS}

{SOLO}

{BRIDGE} [ D F#m] Now our luck may have died, and our love may be cold [ D E F#m] but with you, forever I’ll stay [ D F#m] Yeah we’re going out where, the sand turns to gold [E] so put your stockings on, cause it might get cold

{CHORUS}

{SOLO}

Now I been looking for a job but it’s hard to find Down here it’s just winners and losers and Don’t get caught on the wrong side of that line Well I’m tired of coming out on the losing end But I talked to a man last night, gonna do a little favor for him

{CHORUS} Meet me tonight, in Atlantic City Meet me tonight, in Atlantic City

{SOLO/JAM}