Dirty Old Town

Dirty Old Town - Anam Cara

I met my love

By the gas works wall

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 docks

Saw a train

Set the night on fire

I smelled the spring

On the smoky wind

Dirty old town

Dirty old town

Clouds a drifting

Across the moon

Cats a prowling

On their beat

Spring's a girl

From the streets at night

Dirty old town

Dirty old town

I'm going to make

Me a big sharp axe

Shining steel tempered in the fire

Will chop you down

Like an old dead tree

Dirty old town

Dirty old town

Dirty old town

Dirty old town

Dirty old town

Dirty old town