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
    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
    [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 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
    [Chorus]
    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
    Songwriters: BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN