McColl 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, whoaoh, dirty old town Were goin to take a good sharp axe Shining steel tempered in the fire And well chop you down like an old dead tree Dirty old town, dirty old town Dirty old town, whoaoh, dirty old town And oh well chop you down Oh, dirty, dirty, dirty old town Dirty old town, dirty old town And oh whoaoh dirty old town Chop you down one of these days
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