Dirty Old Town
Published by Rick on Monday, September 14, 2009.Dirty Old Town by The Pogues
I met my love by the gas works wall;
Dreamed a dream by the old canal;
I kissed my girl 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 girl from the streets at night.
Dirty old town,
Dirty old town.
I heard a siren from the docks;
Saw a train set the night on fire;
I smelled the spring on the smoky wind.
Dirty 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;
I kissed my girl by the factory wall.
Dirty old town,
Dirty old town,
Dirty old town,
Dirty old town.
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