Hank Williams III – Atlantic City (Ukulele)

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Well they blew up the chicken man

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in Philly last night

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Now they blew up his house too

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Down on the boardwalk they're gettin'

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ready for a fight,

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Gonna see what them racket boys can do

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Now there's trouble busin' in

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from outta state,

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and the D.A. can't get no relief

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Gonna be a rumble

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out on the promenade and the

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gamblin' commission's hangin'

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on by 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

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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,

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from the Central Trust,

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and bought us two tickets on that City Coast 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,

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and our love may be cold,

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but with you forever, I'll stay

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Now I been lookin' for a job,

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but it's hard to find

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Down here it's just winners and losers

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Honey, last night,

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  I met this guy,

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and I'm gonna do a favor for him.

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I guess Everything dies, baby that's a fact,

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but maybe everything that dies

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someday, comes back

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Put your hair up nice and sit up pretty,

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and meet me tonight in Atlantic City

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Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

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Meet me tonight in Atlantic City