Chords for The Brothers Comatose - "Atlantic City" (by Bruce Springsteen) Feat. Sean Hayes

Tempo:
97.85 bpm
Chords used:

G

C

Em

D

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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The Brothers Comatose - "Atlantic City" (by Bruce Springsteen) Feat. Sean Hayes chords
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[Em] [G]
[C] [G]
[C] [G] Well, they blew up the chicken [C] man in [G] Philly last night.
Now they blew up his [C] house too.
[G] Out on a boardwalk, they're [C] getting ready for [G] a fight.
You see what them racket boys can do.
They're trouble bussing in [D] from [G] out of state.
And the DA can't get no [C] real [G] loose.
Gonna be a rumble down on [C] the [G] promenade.
A gambler in commission hanging on [D] by the skin of their teeth.
[G] Everything dies, that's a fact.
Maybe everything that dies [C] someday [G] comes back.
But you make a farm, [C] [G] hair of pretty.
Meet me tonight in [C] [G] Atlantic City.
[C] [G]
[C] [G] Got me a job, try to put [C] [G] money away.
I got debts that no [C] honest [G] man would pay.
So I drew what I had [C] from [G] the central trust.
Bought us two tickets on [D] that Coast Lady bus.
Everything dies, [C] [G] that's a fact.
Maybe everything that dies [C] someday [G] comes back.
But you make a farm, [C] your [G] hair of pretty.
Meet me tonight [C] in [G] Atlantic City.
[C] [G]
[C] [G] [C] Love may have died [Em] and our love may grow cold.
[C] But with you [D] forever [Em] I'll stay.
[C] Going out with the [Em] suns turning to gold.
[D] Put your stockings on baby, cause the night's getting cold.
[Em] [G] Everything [C] dies, [G] that's a fact.
[Em] Maybe [G] everything that [D] dies someday comes [C] back.
[Em] [G] [N]
Key:  
G
2131
C
3211
Em
121
D
1321
G
2131
C
3211
Em
121
D
1321
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_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _
[C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ [G] _ _ Well, they blew up the chicken [C] man in [G] Philly last night.
Now they blew up his [C] house too.
[G] _ Out on a _ boardwalk, they're [C] getting ready for [G] a fight.
You see what them racket boys can do.
They're trouble bussing in [D] from [G] out of state.
And the DA can't get no [C] real [G] loose.
Gonna be a rumble down on [C] the [G] _ promenade.
A gambler in commission hanging on [D] by the skin of their teeth.
_ [G] Everything dies, that's a fact.
Maybe everything that dies [C] someday [G] comes back.
But you make a farm, [C] [G] hair of pretty.
Meet me tonight in [C] _ [G] Atlantic City. _ _ _ _
[C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ [G] _ _ _ Got me a job, try to put [C] [G] money away.
_ I got debts that no [C] honest [G] man would pay.
So I drew what I had [C] from [G] the central trust.
_ Bought us two tickets on [D] that Coast Lady bus.
Everything _ dies, [C] [G] that's a fact.
Maybe everything that dies [C] someday [G] comes back.
But you make a farm, [C] your [G] hair of pretty.
Meet me tonight [C] in [G] Atlantic City. _ _ _ _
[C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ [G] _ _ _ [C] Love may have died [Em] and our love may grow cold.
[C] But with you [D] forever [Em] I'll stay.
_ _ _ [C] _ Going out with the [Em] suns turning to gold.
[D] Put your stockings on baby, cause the night's getting cold.
_ [Em] _ [G] Everything [C] dies, [G] that's a fact.
[Em] Maybe [G] everything that [D] dies someday comes [C] back.
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