Well they blew up the chicken man in philly last night

And they blew up his house too

Down on the boardwalk they're getting ready for a fight

Gonna see what them racket boys can do

Now there's trouble bustin' in from outta state

And the d a can't get no relief

Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade

And the gamblin' commissions hangin'

On by the skin of his teeth

Now baby evrything dies baby that's a fact

But maybe evrything that dies someday comes back

Put your make up on fix your hair up pretty

And meet me tonight in atlantic city

Now 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

Baby evrything dies baby that's a fact

Maybe evrything that dies someday comes back

Put your make up on fix your hair up pretty

And meet me tonight in atlantic city

Now our luck may died and our love may be cold

With you forever I'll stay

Goin' out to the sands turnin' to gold

Put on your stockins baby

Cause the nights getting cold

Evrything dies baby that's a fact

Maybe evrything that dies someday comes back

Now I been looking for a job

But it's been hard to find

Down here it's honey winners and losers and don't

Get caught on the wrong side of that line

Tired of coming out on the losin' end

So honey last night I met this guy

Lady everything dies that's a fact

Maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Put your make up on fix your hair up pretty

And meet me tonight in atlantic city

And meet me tonight in atlantic city

And meet me tonight in atlantic city

Atlantic City - Ed Sheeran