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 DA 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

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

Now, baby, everything dies, honey, 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

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 sands turnin' to gold now
Put on your stockings, baby, 'cause the nights gettin' cold and
Everything dies, baby, that's a fact but maybe
Everything that dies someday comes back

Now I've 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 this 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
Fix your hair up nice, make yourself look pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Come meet me tonight in Atlantic City
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
(Tonight in Atlantic City)
(Tonight in Atlantic City)
(Meet me tonight in Atlantic City)
(Tonight in Atlantic City)
(Tonight in Atlantic City)

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen