Atlantic City Lyrics - Hank Williams Iii

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 bustin in from outta state 

And the d.a. can't get no relief 

Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade 

And the gamblin commissions hangin on by the skin of his teeth 

Well now, evrything dies, baby, that's a fact 

But maybe evrything 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 

Now, baby, evrything dies, honey, that's a fact... 

Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold 

But with you forever I'll stay 

Were goin out where the sands turnin to gold 

Put on your stockins baby, `cause the nights getting cold 

And maybe evrything dies, baby, that's a fact 

But maybe evrything that dies someday comes back 

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, Im tired of comin out on the losin end 

So, honey, last night I met this guy and Im gonna 

Do a little favor for him 

Well, I guess everything dies, baby, that's a fact 

But maybe evrything that dies someday comes back 

Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty 

And meet me tonight in atlantic city