Dirty Old Town

Roger Whittaker

Found my love by the gaswork croft

Dreamed a dream by the old canal

Kissed my girl by the factory wall

Dirty old town, dirty old town

I heard a siren from the dock

Saw a train set the night on fire

Smelled the spring on the sulfured wind

Dirty old town, whoa-oh, dirty old town

We're goin' to take a good sharp axe

Shining steel tempered in the fire

And we'll chop you down like an old dead tree

Dirty old town, dirty old town

Dirty old town, whoa-oh, dirty old town

And oh we'll chop you down

Oh, dirty, dirty, dirty old town

Dirty old town, dirty old town

And oh whoa-oh dirty old town

Chop you down one of these days