Atlantic City(Chords)

	        

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Well now everything dies baby that's a fact, 
          F#m             A        D         F#m 
but maybe everything that dies someday comes back 

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

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