More songs by Bruce Springsteen
Description
Nebraska '82: Expanded Edition
Bass: Garry Tallent
Vocal, Electric Guitar, Associated Performer, Harmonica, Composer, Lyricist, Producer: Bruce Springsteen
Producer, 12- String Guitar, Background Vocal: Stevie Van Zandt
Drums: Max Weinberg
Producer: Jon Landau
Engineer, Recording Engineer: Toby Scott
Assistant Engineer: Jeff Hendrickson
Assistant Engineer: Zoe Yanakis
Mixing Engineer: Rob Lebret
Mastering Engineer: Brian Lee
Mastering Engineer: Bob Jackson
Lyrics and translation
Original
Well, they blew up the Chicken Man in Philly last night
They blew up his house, too
And on the boardwalk, they're gettin' ready for a hell of a fight
Gonna see what them racket boys can do
Well now, they're busin' 'em in from out of state
'Til the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be trouble out on the promenade
And the gambling commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
Well, 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
Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got in too deep and I could not pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought two tickets on that Coast City bus
(Well) 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, ooh
Well now, our luck may have died, and our love may be cold
But with you forever I'll stay
I'm goin' out, baby, where the sand's turnin' to gold
I'm goin' down there half, but I'm comin' back whole
'Cause everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
(One, two, three, four)
I turned up dead out of luck and strung out on the line
Mister, this hand I've been dealt keeps me comin' up short each time
I've 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 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
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Hey, meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Yeah, meet me tonight in Atlantic City