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Dirty old town

Ewan MacCall

I met my love by the gasworks cry
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town dirty old town

I heared a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town dirty old town

Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cat's are prowling on there beat
Springs a girl from the streets at night
Dirty old town dirty old town

I'm going to make an good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
I'll chop you down lik an old dead tree
Dirty old town dirty old town

I met my love . . .