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Atlantic City

Atlantic City is a song written and recorded by Bruce Springsteen, which narrates the economic and social consequences in Atlantic City, New Jersey. The song reflects on organized crime and corruption in the city, especially around the casinos and the real estate boom in the 1980s. It is widely seen as an expression of Springsteens disappointment with the direction the city took during that era.

Key: E

Introduction:

difficulty
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            Em         G                 C            G 
Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
          Em          G                  C            G 
Now, they blew up his house, too
            Em            G                   C       G 
Down on the boardwalk they' re gettin'  ready for a fight
      Em         G                     C              G 
Gonna see what them racket boys can do
              Em          G             C      G 
Now, there' s trouble busin'  in from outta state
        Em         G            C             G 
And the D.A. can' t get no relief
           Em      G           C              G 
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
         Em             G                         C            D 
And the gamblin'  commission' s hangin'  on by the skin of his teeth

          Em      G                 C         G 
Well now, ev' rything dies, baby, that' s a fact
           Em            G            D          Em 
But maybe ev' rything that dies someday comes back
                 G             C        G 
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
     Em        G            C        G 
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

        Em       G                    C           G 
Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away
             Em            G      C           G 
But I got debts that no honest man can pay
       Em            G           C          G 
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
       Em                G             C           D 
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

          Em      G                 C         G 
Well now, ev' rything dies, baby, that' s a fact
           Em            G            D          Em 
But maybe ev' rything that dies someday comes back
                 G             C        G 
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
     Em        G            C        G 
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

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

            Em               G               C         G 
Now, I been lookin'  for a job, but it' s hard to find
                 Em                G 
Down here it' s just winners and losers and don' t
         C                    G 
   get caught on the wrong side of that line
            Em               G          C       G 
Well, I' m tired of comin'  out on the losin'  end
                 Em                 G 
So, honey, last night I met this guy and I' m gonna
  C                    G 
do a little favor for him

          Em      G                 C         G 
Well now, ev' rything dies, baby, that' s a fact
           Em            G            D          Em 
But maybe ev' rything that dies someday comes back
                 G             C        G 
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
     Em        G            C        G 
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City