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            Atlantic City
By: Bruce Springsteen
Capo on third fret
(this is the way Levon Helm plays it)
           Em          G              C           G
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           D
And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth
Chorus:
          Em         G           C        G
Well now, ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact
          Em              G        D         Em
But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back
                G            C       G
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
    Em       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
    Em               G         C       G
But I got debts that no honest man can pay
     Em          G              C     G
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
      Em            G               C          G
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
Chorus:
          Em         G           C        G
Well now, ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact
          Em              G        D         Em
But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back
                G            C       G
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
    Em       G           C       G
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
D      C                          Em
Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
   C         D            Em
But with you forever I'll stay
      C                         Em
We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold
C      G                          C            G
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        D         C
But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back
Em  G  C  G
     Em     G                           C      G
Now, I been lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find
        Em     G                C  G
Down here it's just winners and losers 
        Em     G                  C            G
And don't get caught on the wrong side of that line
          Em       G                 C      G
Well, I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end
        Em            G                                 C         G
So, honey, last night I met this guy, gonna do a little favor for him
Chorus:
          Em         G           C        G
Well now, ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact
          Em              G        D         Em
But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back
                G            C       G
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
    Em       G           C       G
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City