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Hank Williams III - Atlantic City lyrics
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night 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 busin' in from outta state, and the D.A. can't get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth CHORUS: 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 bought us two tickets on that City Coast bus CHORUS Now our luck may have died, and our love may be cold, but with you forever, I'll stay Now I been lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find Down here it's just winners and losers Honey, 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 dies someday, comes back Put your hair up nice and sit up pretty, and meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City |
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