Guitar chords Atlantic City

Atlantic City is a song written and recorded by Bruce Springsteen, which narrates the economic and social consequences in Atlantic City, New Jersey. The song reflects on organized crime and corruption in the city, especially around the casinos and the real estate boom in the 1980s. It is widely seen as an expression of Springsteens disappointment with the direction the city took during that era.

Key:  E 
           
Em
        
G
                
C
           
G
 
Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
         
Em
         
G
                 
C
           
G
 
Now, they blew up his house, too
           
Em
           
G
                  
C
      
G
 
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight
     
Em
        
G
                    
C
             
G
 
Gonna see what them racket boys can do
             
Em
         
G
            
C
     
G
 
Now, there's trouble busin' in from outta state
       
Em
        
G
           
C
            
G
 
And the D.A. can't get no relief
          
Em
     
G
          
C
             
G
 
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
        
Em
            
G
                        
C
           
D
 
And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth

         
Em
     
G
                
C
        
G
 
Well now, ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact
          
Em
           
G
           
D
         
Em
 
But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back
                
G
            
C
       
G
 
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
    
Em
       
G
           
C
       
G
 
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

       
Em
      
G
                   
C
          
G
 
Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away
            
Em
           
G
     
C
          
G
 
But I got debts that no honest man can pay
      
Em
           
G
          
C
         
G
 
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
      
Em
               
G
            
C
          
D
 
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

         
Em
     
G
                
C
        
G
 
Well now, ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact
          
Em
           
G
           
D
         
Em
 
But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back
                
G
            
C
       
G
 
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
    
Em
       
G
           
C
       
G
 
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

D
      
C
                          
Em
 
Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
   
C
         
D
            
Em
 
But with you forever I'll stay
      
C
                         
Em
 
We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold
C
      
G
                          
C
            
G
 
Put on your stockin's baby, `cause the night's gettin' cold
   
C
           
G
                
C
         
G
 
And maybe ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact
          
C
          
G
             
D
         
C
 
But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back

           
Em
              
G
              
C
        
G
 
Now, I been lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find
                
Em
               
G
 
Down here it's just winners and losers and don't
        
C
                   
G
 
   get caught on the wrong side of that line
           
Em
              
G
         
C
      
G
 
Well, I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end
                
Em
                
G
 
So, honey, last night I met this guy and I'm gonna
 
C
                   
G
 
do a little favor for him

         
Em
     
G
                
C
        
G
 
Well now, ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact
          
Em
           
G
           
D
         
Em
 
But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back
                
G
            
C
       
G
 
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
    
Em
       
G
           
C
       
G
 
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City