Dirty Old Town ---  Ewan MacColl

I met my [G]love by the gas works wall.
Dreamed a [C]dream by the old ca-[G]nal.
I kissed a girl by the factory wall;
Dirty old [D]town, dirty old [Em]town.
 

Clouds a-[G]drifting across the moon.
Cats a-[C]prowling on their [G]beats.
Springs a girl in the street at night;
Dirty old [D]town, dirty old [Em]town.
 

Heard a [G]siren from the docks.
Saw a [C]train set the night on [G]fire.
Smelled the spring in the smokey wind;
Dirty old [D]town, dirty old [Em]town.
 

(I’m) going to [G]make (me) a good sharp ax;
Shining [C]steel, tempered in the [G]fire.
I’ll chop you down, like an old dead tree.
Dirty old [D]town, dirty old [Em]town.
Dirty old [D]town, dirty old [Em]town.

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