Steve Earle

 Dirty Old Town
 (E. MacColl)

 I met my love by the gas works wall
 Dreamed a dream by the old canal
 Kissed a girl by the factory wall
 Dirty old town
 Dirty old town

 Clouds a drifting across the moon
 Cats a prowling on their beat
 Spring's a girl in the street at night
 Dirty old town
 Dirty old town

 Heard a siren from the docks
 Saw a train set the night on fire
 Smelled the spring on the smokey wind
 Dirty old town
 Dirty old town

 I'm going to make a good sharp axe
 Shining steel tempered in the fire
 Will chop you down like an old dead tree
 Dirty old town
 Dirty old town