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ED HARCOURT >> Merchandise Links
ED HARCOURT
written by Bruce Springsteen Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night, now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight- gonna see what them racket boys can do Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state and the D.A. can't get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth (Chorus): Well now 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 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 (Chorus) Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever I'll stay We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold so put on your stockin's baby 'cause the night's getting cold And everything dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies 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 But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your hair up nice and set up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
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