Dirty Old Town
Ewan MacColl (1946) / the Dubliners; the Pogues
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I | met my love by the gas works wall, |
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Dreamed a | dream by the old ca | nal, |
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| Kissed | my | girl by the fact'ry wall, |
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Dirty old | town, dirty old | town. |
I heard a siren from the docks, | |
Saw a train set the noght on fire, | |
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind, | |
Dirty old town,dirty old town. | |
Clouds are drifting across the moon, | |
Cats are prowling on their beat | |
Springs a girl from the streets at night, | |
Diriy old town,dirty old town. | |
I'm going to make me a good sharp axe, | |
Shining steel,tempered in the fire, | |
I'll chop you down like an old dead tree, | |
Dirty old town,dirty old town | |
I met my love by the gas works wall, | |
Dreamed a dream by the old canal, | |
Kissed my girl by the fact'ry wall, | |
Dirty old town, dirty old town... | |
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