Hank Williams III - Atlantic City Lyrics
Well they blew up the chicken manin Philly last nightNow they blew up his house tooDown on the boardwalk they're gettin'ready for a fight,Gonna see what them racket boys can doNow there's trouble busin' infrom outta state,and the D.A. can't get no reliefGonna be a rumbleout on the promenade and thegamblin' commission's hangin'on by the skin of its teethCHORUS:Well now everything dies, baby that's a fact,but maybe everything that dies, someday comes backPut your makeup on, fix your hair up prettyand meet me tonight in Atlantic CityWell I got a job and tried toput my money away,but I got debts that no honest man can paySo I drew what I had,from the Central Trust,and bought us two tickets on that City Coast busCHORUSNow our luck may have died,and our love may be cold,but with you forever, I'll stayNow I been lookin' for a job,but it's hard to findDown here it's just winners and losersHoney, last night,I met this guy,and I'm gonna do a favor for him.Everything dies, baby that's a fact,but maybe everything that diessomeday, comes backPut your hair up nice and sit up pretty,and meet me tonight in Atlantic CityMeet me tonight in Atlantic CityMeet me tonight in Atlantic City
