Dirty Old Town - Live

I met my love by the gas works wall
 Dreamed a dream by the old canal
 Kissed my girl by the factory wall
 Dirty old town
 Dirty old town
 Clouds a drifting across the moon
 Cats a prowling on their beat
 And spring's 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
 Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
 Dirty old town
 Dirty old town
 I'm gonna make me 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
 I met my love by the gas works wall
 Dreamed a dream by the old canal
 Kissed my girl by the factory wall
 Dirty old town
 Dirty old town
 Dirty old town
 Dirty old town
 What are you sayin'?
 We gotta be sure, Jim Miller
 Next tune is "The Sickbed of Cuchulainn"
 It's really Irish jugs in the audience