May 28, 2013
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Tunes Tuesday #9
Woohoo it’s Tuesday AND i’m not too tired to blog!
Time to try your luck in Atlantic City with The Band.
This song is as far as I can figure out perfect, the lyrics perfectly embody chance, luck and gambling as does the melody and tune. I love most of The Band but this is got to be a close runner for one of their best songs along with When I Paint My Masterpiece and King Harvest.
Have a listen and really dig the feel and mood created by this song, it’s a very impressive bit of work.
Atlantic City – The Band:
Well, they blew up the chicken man in philly last night
And they blew up his house, too.
Down on the boardwalk theyre ready for a fight
Gonna see what them racket boys can do.Now theres trouble busin in from outta state
And the d.a. cant get no relief.
Gonna be a rumble on the promenade
And the gamblin commissioners hangin on by the skin of his teeth.Everything dies, baby thats a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back.
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in atlantic city.Well, I got a job and I put my money away
But I got the kind of debts that no honest man can pay.
So I drew out what I had from the central trust
And I bought us two tickets on that coast city bus.Everything dies, baby thats a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day 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 Ill stay.
Well be goin out where the sands turn to gold
But put your stockings on cause it might get cold.Oh, everything dies, baby thats a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back.
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in atlantic city.Now Ive been a-lookin for a job, but its hard to find
Theres winners and theres losers
And I am south of the line.
Well, Im tired of gettin caught out on the losin end
But I talked to a man last night,
Gonna do a little favor for him.Well, everything dies, baby thats a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back.
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in atlantic city.Oh, meet me tonight in atlantic city,
Oh, meet me tonight in atlantic city.
