Rodney Parker Atlantic City Lyrics

Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night,
And 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 bustin' 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
his teeth.

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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.

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Bridge:
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 turn to gold,
So put on your stockings, baby, the nights are gettin'
cold.
Everything dies baby, that's a fact,
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back.

Now I've been looking for a job, but it's hard to find
down here
Its just winners and losers, and don't get caught on
the wrong side of that line
Well I'm tired of coming out on the losing end,
So honey, last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a
little favor for him

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