CAPO ON 3rd FRET!
Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
MIm SOL DO SOLNow, they blew up his house, too
MIm SOL DO SOLDown on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight
Gonna see what them racket boys can do
MIm SOL DO SOLNow, there's trouble bustin' in from outta state
MIm SOL DO SOLAnd the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
MIm SOL DO SOLAnd the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth
MIm SOL DO RE
Well now, ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact
MIm SOL DO SOLBut maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
SOL DO SOLAnd meet me tonight in Atlantic City
MIm SOL DO SOLMIm SOL DO SOLWell, 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, ev'rything dies, honey, that's a fact...
Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
But with you forever I'll stay
DO RE MImWe're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold
DO MImPut on your stockin's baby, `cause the night's gettin' cold
And maybe ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact
DO SOL DO SOLBut maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back
DO SOL RE DOMIm SOL DO SOLNow, I been lookin' 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 comin' out on the losin' end
So, honey, last night I met this guy and I'm gonna
do a little favor for him
Well, I guess everything dies, baby, that's a fact...
CAPO ON 3rd FRET!
Well, they blew up the chicken man
..in Philly last night
Now, they blew up his house, too
DO SOLMIm SOL
Down on the boardwalk they're
..gettin' ready for a fight
MIm SOLGonna see what them racket boys
DO SOL..can do
Now, there's trouble bustin' in
DO SOL..from outta state
MIm SOLAnd the D.A. can't get no relief
MIm SOL
Gonna be a rumble out on the
DO SOL..promenade
And the gamblin' commission's
SOL..hangin' on by the skin of his
..teeth
MIm SOL
Well now, ev'rything dies, baby,
..that's a fact
MIm SOLBut maybe ev'rything that dies
..someday comes back
MIm SOLPut your makeup on, fix your hair
RE MIm..up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic
SOL..City
MIm SOL DO SOLMIm SOL DO SOLWell, 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, ev'rything dies, honey,
..that's a fact...
Now our luck may have died and our
..love may be cold
But with you forever I'll stay
MImDO RE MIm
We're goin' out where the sand's
..turnin' to gold
DO MImPut on your stockin's baby, `cause
..the night's gettin' cold
DO SOLAnd maybe ev'rything dies, baby,
..that's a fact
DO SOLBut maybe ev'rything that dies
DO SOL..someday comes back
Now, I been lookin' 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 comin' out on
..the losin' end
So, honey, last night I met this
..guy and I'm gonna
do a little favor for him
Well, I guess everything dies,
..baby, that's a fact...
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