Atlantic City - Live at the Point Theatre, Dublin, Ireland - November 2006

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 out of state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gamblin' commissions hangin' on by the skin of its teeth

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

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

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 sands turnin' to gold
So put on your stockin's cause the nights gettin' 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
So fix your hair up nice, and fix yourself up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City