Atlantic City (Live in Jersey) [feat. Bruce Springsteen and Kings of Leon]

Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night

And they blew up his house, too

Down on the boardwalk, they're getting ready for a hell of a fight

Gonna see what them racket boys can do

Now there's trouble bussing in from out of state

And the D.A. can't get no relief

Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade

And the gambling commission's hanging on by the skin of it's teeth

Well, now, everything dies, baby, that's a fact

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, tried to put my money away

But I got debts no honest man can pay

Drew what I had from the Central Trust

Bought us two tickets on that cold city bus

Well, now everything dies, baby, that's a fact

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 going out where the sand's turning to gold

Put on your stockings, baby, 'cause the night's getting cold

Maybe, everything dies, baby, that's a fact

Maybe everything that dies someday comes back

One, two, three, four

I've been looking for a job, but it's hard to find

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 this losing end

So, honey, last night, I met a guy

I'm gonna do a little favor for him

Well, everything dies, baby, that's a fact

Maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty

Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Everyone give it up for Kayla Faraway on the bar!

You kidding me?