Atlantic City by Anne
Tabbed by John Eccleston
Standard Tuning
http://www.annepdx.com/
Anne covering Bruce Springsteen for an RFC comp.
This is a pretty basic song that relies on a few
basic chords and a cool little riff on the keyboard.
Below are the chords/lyrics with the keyboard riff
tabbed out. Use bar chords for the closest recreation.
The chords used during the keyboard riff are the same as in the verse.
F#m A D A
Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
F#m A D A
Well, they blew up his house, too
F#m A D A
Down on the boardwalk they're getting ready for a fight
F#m A D A
Gonna see what them racket boys can do
F#m A D A
Now, there's trouble busting in from outta state
F#m A D A
And the D.A. can't get no relief
F#m A D A
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
F#m A D E
And the gambling commission's hanging on by the skin of his teeth
F#m A D A
Well baby, everything dies, baby, that's a fact
F#m A E F#m
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
F#m A D A
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
F#m A D A
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Keyboard riff:
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|--------------7-----------7----------------------------7-------------------|
G|---6--9----6-----------9------9--6--------6-6--9----6------9---6---4-------|
D|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
F#m A D A
Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away
F#m A D A
But I got debts that no honest man can pay
F#m A D A
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
F#m A D E
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
F#m A D A
Now baby, everything dies, baby, that's a fact
F#m A E F#m
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
F#m A D A
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
F#m A D A
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Keyboard riff:
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|--------------7-----------7----------------------------7-------------------|
G|---6--9----6-----------9------9--6--------6-6--9----6------9---6---4-------|
D|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|--------------7-----------7----------------------------7-------------------|
G|---6--9----6-----------9------9--6--------6-6--9----6------9---6---4-------|
D|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E 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's turning to gold
D A D A
Put on your stockings baby, `cause the night's getting cold
D A D A
And everything dies, baby, that's a fact
D A E D
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Keyboard riff:
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|------------7-----------7----------------------------7---------------------|
G|---6--9--------------9------9--6--------6-6--9----6------9---6---4---------|
D|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
F#m A D A
Now, I been looking for a job, but it's hard to find
F#m A
Down here it's just winners and losers and don't
D A
get caught on the wrong side of that line
F#m A D A
Cause, I'm tired of coming out on the losing end
F#m A D E
So, honey, last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him
F#m A D A
Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
F#m A E F#m
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
F#m A D A
Put your hair up nice, do your hair up pretty
F#m A D A
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
F#m
