Atlantic City

Em G C G Now, they blew up his house, too Em G C G Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight Em G C G Gonna see what them racket boys can do Em G C G Now, there's trouble bustin' in from outta state Em G C G And the D.A. can't get no relief Em G C G Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade Em G C G And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth Em G C D Well now, ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact Em G C G But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back Em G D Em Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty G C G And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Em G C G Em G C G 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, ev'rything dies, honey, that's a fact... Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold D C Em But with you forever I'll stay C D Em We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold C Em Put on your stockin's baby, `cause the night's gettin' cold C G C G And maybe ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact C G C G But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back C G D C Em G C G Now, I 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 the 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... Chord Formations: (Capo on 3rd fret!) ----------------- (Note: the names below are not the actual chord names, just their formation on the third fret) Em x 5 5 3 6 6 G 6 5 3 3 6 6 C x 6 5 3 6 6 D x x 3 5 6 5