Chords
Atlantic City

Key: F

Introduction:

difficulty
very easy |||||
                             F#m                    A                                         D                            A  
Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
                             F#m                      A                    D            A  
Well, they blew up his house, too
                             F#m                            A                                              D              A  
Down on the boardwalk they're getting 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 busting 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 gambling commission's hanging on by the skin of his teeth
                          F#m                      A            D                                    A  
Well baby, everything dies, baby, that's a fact
                          F#m                                 A                      E                    F#m  
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
                     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
                        F#m                      A            D                                    A  
Now baby, everything dies, baby, that's a fact
                          F#m                                 A                      E                    F#m  
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
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 going out where the sand's turning to gold
D              A                                                                    D                              A  
Put on your stockings 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
                F#m                                      A                                    D                    A  
Now, I been looking for a job, but it's hard to find
                                        F#m                                      A  
Down here it's just winners and losers and don't
                     D                                                 A  
        get caught on the wrong side of that line
                  F#m                              A                                         D                         A  
Cause, I'm tired of coming out on the losing end
                             F#m                                              A                                                                            D                            E  
So, honey, last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him
F#m                      A                      D                      A  
Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
                          F#m                                 A                      E                    F#m  
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
F#m                                    A                         D                 A  
Put your hair up nice, do your hair up pretty
          F#m                 A                            D                 A  
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
F#m