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Tom: F#m 

          F#m         A              D           A
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night 
         F#m     A         D   A
Now they blew up his house too
            F#m               A             D          A
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight 
      F#m           A               D  A
Gonna see what them racket boys can do
            F#m     A              D     A
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state 
        F#m        A        D   A
And the D.A. can't get no relief
           F#m    A          D     A
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade 
        F#m        A                            D    E
And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth

CHORUS 1:
         F#m        A         D        A
Well now everything dies baby that's a fact
          F#m             A        E         F#m
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
                A           D       A
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty
    F#m       A          D      A
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

BREAK 1:  F#m  A  D  A  F#m  A  D  A

       F#m   A                    D         A
Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
          F#m           A      D       A
But I got debts that no honest man can pay
     F#m         A            D       A
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
      F#m           A               D     E
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

CHORUS 2
          F#m        A         D        A
Now baby, everything dies baby that's a fact
          F#m             A        D         A
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
         F#m    A           D       A
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty
    F#m       A          D      A
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

BREAK 2:  F#m  A  D  A  F#m  A  D  A
          F#m  A  D  A  F#m  A  D  A

        D                          F#m                  A           E         F#m
Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever I'll stay
      D                          F#m
We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold 
   D           A                         D               A
So put on your stockin's baby `cause the night's getting cold
    D          A         D        A     
And everything dies baby that's a fact
          D               A        E         D
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

BREAK 3:  F#m  A  D  A  F#m  A  D  A

           F#m           A            D           A
Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find
                    F#m         A
Down here it's just winners and losers 
              D                        A
And don't get caught on the wrong side of that line
         F#m             A           D         A     
Well I'm tired of comin' out on this losin' end
              F#m              A                             D          E
So honey last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favour for him

             F#m        A         D        A
Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact
          F#m             A        D         A
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
         F#m     A        D      A
Put your hair up nice and set up pretty
    F#m       A          D      A
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
    F#m       A          D      A
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
    F#m       A          D      A
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
          F#m       A          D      A
Will you  meet me tonight in Atlantic City
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