edit Hidden Song Well, *they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night* [[During the late '70s gambling was made legal in Atlantic City, NJ. This triggered a fight between the mafia families of NY and PA for control of the business.]] *Now 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 busing in from out of state* [[In [this video](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2esNjuIhZM) Springsteen mentions the song's about the gang wars in southern New Jersey.]] *And the D.A. can't get no relief* Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade *And the gambling commission’s hanging on by the skin of its teeth* Well now, everything dies, baby, that's a fact 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 love may be cold But with you forever I'll stay *We're going out where the sand's turning to gold So put on your stockings, baby, 'cause the night's getting cold* And everything dies, baby, that's a fact But maybe everything 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 this losing end* *So, honey, last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him* [[This could be the beginning of the script for a great movie.]] Well, I guess everything dies, baby, that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your hair up nice, fix 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

Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night [1]

Now 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 busing in from out of state [2]

And the D.A. can't get no relief

Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade

And the gambling commission’s hanging on by the skin of its teeth



Well now, everything dies, baby, that's a fact

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 love may be cold

But with you forever I'll stay

We're going out where the sand's turning to gold

So put on your stockings, baby, 'cause the night's getting cold



And everything dies, baby, that's a fact

But maybe everything 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 this losing end

So, honey, last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him [3]



Well, I guess everything dies, baby, that's a fact

But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Put your hair up nice, fix 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