Atlantic City Lyrics - Singles - Hank Williams Sr.

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