Atlantic City by Bruce Springsteen

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Atlantic City
Bruce Springsteen
By Steini


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

        F#m          A          D       A               F#m              A
Well now everything dies baby that's a fact   But maybe everything that dies
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someday comes back   Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty
    F#m        A          D      A         F#m  A  D  A    F#m  A  D  A
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

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

         F#m          A          D       A              F#m               A
Now baby, everything dies baby that's a fact   But maybe everything that dies 
     D         A              F#m    A            D        A
someday comes back   Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty
    F#m        A          D      A         2x: F#m  A  D  A    F#m  A  D  A
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

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

F#m  A  D  A    F#m  A  D  A

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

            F#m          A       D          A                F#m              A
Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact    But maybe everything that dies 
     D         A              F#m      A        D       A
someday comes back   Put your hair up nice and set up pretty
    F#m       A           D      A         F#m        A          D      A
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City   And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
    F#m       A          D      A                F#m        A          D      A
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City   Will you  meet me tonight in Atlantic City

3x:   F#m  A  D  A  F#m  A  D  A


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