F#5         A5              D5           A5               F#5     A5       
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night; now they blew up his house 
D5
too
A5           F#5               A5       D5           A5      F#5                 A5 
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight, gonna see what them racket 
         D5  
boys can do

A5           F#5     A5              D5     A5             F#5        A5        D5     
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state and the D.A. can't get no relief
A5          F#5    A5          D5    A5            F#5         A5                     
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by 
    D5           E5
the skin of its teeth

         F#5        A5         D5        A5           
Well now everything dies baby that's a fact,
          F#5             A5        D5         F#5
but maybe everything that dies someday comes back
         A5      D5           A5
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty,
    F#5       A5          D5      A5
and meet me tonight in Atlantic City

       F#5   A5                       D5      A5
Well I got a job and tried to put my money away,
          F#5           A5      D5       A5
but I got debts that no honest man can pay
     F#5         A5            D5       A5
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust,
      F#5           A5               E5
and I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

         F#5        A5         D5        A5           
Well now everything dies baby that's a fact,
          F#5             A5        D5         F#5
but maybe everything that dies someday comes back
         A5      D5           A5
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty,
    F#5       A5          D5      A5
and meet me tonight in Atlantic City

        D5             F#5          A5           F#5           A5                F#5
Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever I'll stay
      D5                          F#5        A5       F#5                   A5
We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold so put on your stockin's baby 
           F#5             A5
'cause the night's getting cold

         F#5        A5         D5        A5           
Well now everything dies baby that's a fact,
          F#5             A5        D5         F#5
but maybe everything that dies someday comes back

           A5             F#5          D5       A5
Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find
                    F#5         D5                                  A5
Down here it's just winners and losers and don't get caught on the wrong side of 
     F#5
that line
         A5               D5           F#5      
Well I'm tired of comin' out on this losin' end;
         A5                     D5                             A5         F#5
so honey last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him

             F#5        A5         D5        A5           
Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact,
          F#5             A5        D5         F#5
but maybe everything that dies someday comes back
         A5       D5             A5
Put your hair up nice fix your hair up pretty,
    F#5       A5          D5      A5
and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
    F#5       A5          D5      A5
and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
    F#5       A5          D5      A5
and meet me tonight in Atlantic City

* Alternate:

Capo II

F#5 = E5
A5   = G5
D5   = C5
E5   = D5

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