DIRTY OLD TOWN 

Ewan Mc Call

I met my love by the gasworks croft;
Dreamed a dream by the old canal.
Kissed my girl by the factory wall.
Dirty old town,dirty old town.

The moon is shifting behind a cloud,
Cats are crawling all along the beat,
Springs a girl in the streets at night.
Dirty old town, dirty old town.

I heard a whistle coming from the docks
And a train set the night on fire,
Smelled the spring on a smoke-filled air.
Dirty old town, dirty old town.

I'm gonna get me a nice sharp axe,
Shining steel tempered in a fire,
Cut you down like an old dead tree,
Dirty old town, dirty old town.