The Band – Atlantic City (v4)★
Difficulty: beginner Capo: None Tuning: E A D G B E (Standard)
Transpose
F#m
34
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A
xx123x
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7
D
xxx132
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E
x231xx
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[Chord Chart]
GDAE
F#m - 2442
A - 2200
D - 2002
E - 4220
[Intro]
E|==5=5=5==2=2=2==0=0=0==0=0=0==|
A|==4=4=4==0=0=0==0=0=0==4=2=0==|
D|==x=x=x==x=x=x==x=x=x==x=x=x==|
G|==x=x=x==x=x=x==x=x=x==x=x=x==|
F#m A D A
F#m A D A
[Verse 1]
F#m A D A
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
F#m A D A
And they blew up his house too
F#m A D A
Down on the boardwalk they're ready for a fight
F#m A D A
Gonna see what them racket boys can do
[Solo]
E|==5=5=5==2=2=2==0=0=0==0=0=0==|
A|==4=4=4==0=0=0==0=0=0==4=2=0==|
D|==x=x=x==x=x=x==x=x=x==x=x=x==|
G|==x=x=x==x=x=x==x=x=x==x=x=x==|
[Verse 2]
F#m A D A
Now there's trouble fussing in from out of state
F#m A D A
And the D.A. can't get no relief
F#m A D A
Gonna be a rumble on the promenade
F#m A D
And the gambling commission is hanging on
E
By the skin of its teeth
[Chorus]
F#m A D A
Everything dies baby, that's a fact
F#m A D A
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
F#m A D A
Put your make up on, fix your hair up pretty
F#m A D A
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
[Accordian Solo]
F#m A D A
F#m A D A
[Verse 3]
F#m A D A
Well, I got myself a job and tried to put my money away
F#m A D A
But I got the kind of debt that no honest man can pay
F#m A D A
So I drew out what I had from the Central Trust
F#m A E
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
[Chorus]
F#m A D A
Everything dies baby, that's a fact
F#m A D A
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
F#m A D A
Put your make up on, fix your hair up pretty
F#m A D A
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
[Accordian Solo]
F#m A D A
F#m A D A
[Bridge]
D F#m
Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
D E F#m
But with you forever I'll stay
D F#m
We're going out where the sand turns to gold
E
So put your stockings on 'cause it might get cold
[Chorus]
F#m A D A
Everything dies baby, that's a fact
F#m A D A
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
F#m A D A
Put your make up on, fix your hair up pretty
F#m A D A
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
[Accordian Solo]
F#m A D A
F#m A D A
F#m A D A
F#m A D A
[Verse 5]
F#m A D A
Now I've been looking for a job but it's been hard to find
F#m A D A
There's winners and losers and I'm south of the line
F#m A D A
Well I'm tired of getting caught out on that losing end
F#m A E
But I talked to this man last night, gonna do a little favor for him
[Chorus]
F#m A D A
Everything dies baby, that's a fact
F#m A D A
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
F#m A D A
Put your make up on, fix your hair up pretty
F#m A D A
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
F#m A D A
Oh meet me tonight in Atlantic City
F#m A D A
Oh meet me tonight in Atlantic City
[Accordian Solo]
F#m A D A
(Repeat until fade out)
GDAE
F#m - 2442
A - 2200
D - 2002
E - 4220
[Intro]
E|==5=5=5==2=2=2==0=0=0==0=0=0==|
A|==4=4=4==0=0=0==0=0=0==4=2=0==|
D|==x=x=x==x=x=x==x=x=x==x=x=x==|
G|==x=x=x==x=x=x==x=x=x==x=x=x==|
F#m A D A
F#m A D A
[Verse 1]
F#m A D A
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
F#m A D A
And they blew up his house too
F#m A D A
Down on the boardwalk they're ready for a fight
F#m A D A
Gonna see what them racket boys can do
[Solo]
E|==5=5=5==2=2=2==0=0=0==0=0=0==|
A|==4=4=4==0=0=0==0=0=0==4=2=0==|
D|==x=x=x==x=x=x==x=x=x==x=x=x==|
G|==x=x=x==x=x=x==x=x=x==x=x=x==|
[Verse 2]
F#m A D A
Now there's trouble fussing in from out of state
F#m A D A
And the D.A. can't get no relief
F#m A D A
Gonna be a rumble on the promenade
F#m A D
And the gambling commission is hanging on
E
By the skin of its teeth
[Chorus]
F#m A D A
Everything dies baby, that's a fact
F#m A D A
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
F#m A D A
Put your make up on, fix your hair up pretty
F#m A D A
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
[Accordian Solo]
F#m A D A
F#m A D A
[Verse 3]
F#m A D A
Well, I got myself a job and tried to put my money away
F#m A D A
But I got the kind of debt that no honest man can pay
F#m A D A
So I drew out what I had from the Central Trust
F#m A E
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
[Chorus]
F#m A D A
Everything dies baby, that's a fact
F#m A D A
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
F#m A D A
Put your make up on, fix your hair up pretty
F#m A D A
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
[Accordian Solo]
F#m A D A
F#m A D A
[Bridge]
D F#m
Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
D E F#m
But with you forever I'll stay
D F#m
We're going out where the sand turns to gold
E
So put your stockings on 'cause it might get cold
[Chorus]
F#m A D A
Everything dies baby, that's a fact
F#m A D A
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
F#m A D A
Put your make up on, fix your hair up pretty
F#m A D A
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
[Accordian Solo]
F#m A D A
F#m A D A
F#m A D A
F#m A D A
[Verse 5]
F#m A D A
Now I've been looking for a job but it's been hard to find
F#m A D A
There's winners and losers and I'm south of the line
F#m A D A
Well I'm tired of getting caught out on that losing end
F#m A E
But I talked to this man last night, gonna do a little favor for him
[Chorus]
F#m A D A
Everything dies baby, that's a fact
F#m A D A
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
F#m A D A
Put your make up on, fix your hair up pretty
F#m A D A
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
F#m A D A
Oh meet me tonight in Atlantic City
F#m A D A
Oh meet me tonight in Atlantic City
[Accordian Solo]
F#m A D A
(Repeat until fade out)