Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - Atlantic City
Bruce Springsteen - Atlantic City слова песни
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk theyre gettin ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do Now theres trouble busin in from outta state and the D.A. cant get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and the gamblin commissions hangin on by the skin of its teeth Everything dies baby thats 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 in too deep and I could not pay So I drew what I had from the Central Trust And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus Everything dies baby thats 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 Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever Ill stay Were goin out where the sands turnin to gold so put on your stockins cause the nights gettin cold and maybe everything dies Thats a fact but maybe everything that dies someday comes back Now I been lookin for a job but its hard to find Down here its just winners and losers and dont 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 thats 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