Roger Whittaker Dirty Old Town
I found my love by the gas works croft
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
You dirty old town
You dirty old town
The clouds a drifting across the moon
Cats a prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl in the street at night
You dirty old town
You dirty old town
I heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
You dirty old town
You dirty old town
I'm going to make me a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
Will chop you down like an old dead tree
You dirty old town
You dirty old town