I met my [E]love by the gasworks door; Dreamed a [A]dream by the old ca[E]nal. Kissed my [C#m]boy by the factory [E]wall. Dirty old [F#m]town, [B7] dirty old [C#m]town.
The moon is shifting behind a cloud, Cats are crawling all along the beat, Springs a girl in the streets at night. Dirty old town, dirty old town.
I heard a whistle coming from the docks And a train set the night on fire, Smelled the spring on a smoke-filled air. Dirty old town, dirty old town.
I'm gonna get me a nice sharp axe, Shining steel tempered in a fire, Cut you down like an old dead tree, Dirty old town, dirty old town.
-- ^ ^ ^ regards, EXTRA / \/ \/ \ NULLA Ludwig BAVARIAM \ /\ /\ / VITA v v v