(Bruce Springsteen song) 
                G5                           C5 
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night 
                D5                            G5 
Now they blew up his house too. 
                     C5 
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin ready for a fight 
           D5                      G5 
Gonna see what them racket boys can do. 
 

                         C5 
Now there's trouble bustin in from outta state 
             D5               G5 
And the D.A. can't get no relief. 
                      C5 
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade 
              D5                         G5 
And the gamblin commission's hangin on by the skin of his teeth. 
 
Chorus: 
                 C5         G5 
Well now ev'rything dies, baby that's a fact 
      D5                  G5 
But maybe ev'rything that dies, someday comes back. 
              C5                     G5 
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty 
        D5                          G5 
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City. 
 

           G5                  C5 
Well I got a job and tried to put my money away 
      D5                                            G5 
But I got debts that no honest man can pay. 
                      C5 
So I drew what I had, from the Central Trust 
       D5                                              G5 
And bought us two tickets on that City Coast bus. 
 
Chorus: 
 
Solo: 
C5 G5 D5 G5 C5 G5 D5 G5 C5 G5 D5   E5 
 
              E5       A5                   E5           A5 
Now our luck may have died, and our love may be cold 
              G5     D5               E5 
But with you forever I'll stay. 
                   E5       A5                E5      A5 
Now I been lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find 
          G5                 D5                  E5 
Down here it's just winners and losers. 
                 A5       E5            A5 
Honey last night, I met this guy 
              G5              D5      E5 
And I'm gonna do a little favor for him 
 

            C5                A5             E5 
I guess ev'rything dies, baby that's a fact 
      C5          D5                  E5     
But maybe ev'rything that dies, someday comes back.  
 

              E5      A5             E5  
Put your hair up nice, and sit up pretty 
      G5        D5                    E5 
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City. 
C5            A5                                E5 
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City. 
C5            D5                   E5 
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City. 
 
questions? buffdixie@yahoo.com