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  • 作词 : Springsteen
    Lyrics:Bruce Springsteen Music:Bruce Springsteen
    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 I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
    (Chorus)
    Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever I'll stay
    We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold so put on your stockin's baby `cause the night's getting cold
    And everything dies baby that's a fact
    But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
    Now I been lookin' 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 comin' out on the losin' end
    So honey last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him
    Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact
    But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
    Put your hair up nice and set up pretty
    and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
    Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
    Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
  • 作词 : Springsteen
    Lyrics:Bruce Springsteen Music:Bruce Springsteen
    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 I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
    (Chorus)
    Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever I'll stay
    We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold so put on your stockin's baby `cause the night's getting cold
    And everything dies baby that's a fact
    But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
    Now I been lookin' 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 comin' out on the losin' end
    So honey last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him
    Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact
    But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
    Put your hair up nice and set up pretty
    and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
    Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
    Meet me tonight in Atlantic City