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Springsteen Bruce — Atlantic City — новинка

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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 bustin' in from outta state  
       Em         G        C     G   
And the D.А. can't get no relief  
           Em    G           C     G   
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade 
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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 
          Em     G            C      G   
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty  
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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   
Now, baby, ev'rything dies, honey, that's a fact  
            Em        G            D         Em   
But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back  
          Em     G            C      G   
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty  
     Em       G           C      G   
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City 
 
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         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 
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Put on your stockin's baby, `cause the night's getting cold  
    C             G              C         G   
And maybe ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact  
      C         G             D         C Em  G | C  G Em  G C  G 
But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back   

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Now, I been lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find  
                    Em           G                   C     
Down here it's just winners and losers and don't get caught
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on the wrong side of that line  
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Well, I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end  
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So, honey, last night I met this guy 
                 C                D   
and I'm gonna do a little favor for him 
 
               Em         G             C      G   
Well, I guess everything dies, baby, that's a fact  
            Em        G            D         Em   
But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back  
          Em     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   
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City  
     Em       G           C      G   
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City  
     Em       G           C      G   
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City  
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