Dirty Old Town

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.