Dirty Old town

| | | | I found my love by the gas works craft   Dreamed a dream by the old canal I Kissed my boy by the factory wall   Dirty old town   Dirty old town   Clouds are drifting across the moon   Cats are prowling on their beat   Spring's a boy from the street at night   Dirty old town   Dirty old town | |  |  |   | |  |  |  |   | |  |  |  |   | |  |  |  |  | I Heard a siren from the docks   Saw a train set the night on fire And I smelled the spring on the smoky wind   Dirty old town   Dirty old town I'm gonna make a goood sharp axe   Shining steel tempered in the fire And I'll chop you down like an old dead tree   Dirty old town   Dirty old town   Dirty old town   Dirty old town   Dirty old town   Dirty old town