Bruce Springsteen - Atlantic City: chords

            F#m          A             D
Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last
  A
night
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Now, they blew up his house, too
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Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for
   A
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
And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by
      D           E
the skin of its teeth

Chorus:
         F#m     A                 D       A
Well now, ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact
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But maybe ev'rything 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

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

Chorus:
Well, baby, everything dies, 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

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

Now I been looking 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 the losing end
So, honey, last night, I met this guy, and
I'm gonna do a little favor for him

Chorus:
Well, I guess, 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
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City