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CAPO ON 3rd FRET!
Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
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...
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