I got debts that no honest man can pay

Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got debts that no honest man can pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

Now, baby, everything dies, honey, that’s a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday 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 I’ll stay
We’re goin’ out where the sands turnin’ to gold now
Put on your stockings, baby, ’cause the nights gettin’ cold and
Everything dies, baby, that’s a fact but maybe
Everything that dies someday comes back