Bruce Springsteen – Atlantic City (Ukulele)

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Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night; now they blew up his house 

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too

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Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight, gonna see what them racket 

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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 

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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

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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

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Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty,

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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,

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but maybe everything that dies someday comes back

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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

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Put your hair up nice fix your hair up pretty,

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and meet me tonight in Atlantic City

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and meet me tonight in Atlantic City

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and meet me tonight in Atlantic City