Dirty Old Town

Dirty Old Town
Ewan MacColl

I found my love by the gas works cry
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town.

I heard a siren from the dock
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelt the spring on the sulphured wind
Dirty old town, dirty old town.

Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cats are prowling on their beat
Springs a girl on the street at night
Dirty old town , dirty old town.

We're gonna make a good sharp axe
Shinning steel tempered on the wind
We 'll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town, dirty old town.


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