Dirty Old Town

I met my love by the gasworks wall

Dreamed a dream by the old canal

I kissed my girl by the factory wall

Dirty old town, dirty old town

Clouds are drifting across the moon

Cats are prowling on their beat

Springs a girl from the streets at night

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 smokey wind

Dirty old town, dirty old town

I’m going to make me a big sharp axe

Shining steel tempered in the fire

I’ll chop you down like an old dead tree

Dirty old town, dirty old town

It’s another grey day in Manchester, but I do love this city. (Okay, the song’s really about Salford, but I have a dozen versions, including one by Frank Black. It was a bit shaming to see how few other people were singing along when he did his gig in the Academy last year.)


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