Standard (EADGBE)

I met my love by the gasworks door;

Dreamed a dream by the old canal.

Kissed my boy by the factory wall.

Dirty old town, dirty old 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.

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regards, EXTRA / \/ \/ \ NULLA

Ludwig BAVARIAM \ /\ /\ / VITA

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