Atlantic City. I was busted And the wind was bitter cold Well, I never quite adjusted Never do I suppose The odds were in my favor Of going home a millionaire Got all the gold in California She's with me everywhere When the last rock crumbles And the sun sinks in the sea the last chain is broken And everyone is free When all is said and done
And now is used to be When it's final curtain call No ones left at all There'll still be you and me So much snow I can't remember what it's like to see the ground It all started in November And now March is rollin around Let it all fall down Let it freeze me to the bone Gonna let it all ride I got nothin left to hide Nothin left unshown