作词 : Bruce Springsteen 作曲 : Bruce Springsteen 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 bussin' in from out of 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 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 I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus Now, baby, 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 Now, our luck may have died, and our love may be cold But with you, forever, I'll stay We're going out where the sand's turnin' to gold Now put on your stockings, baby, 'cause the night's gettin' cold And everything dies, baby, that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Now I've 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 coming out on this 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 But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your hair up nice, set yourself up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet