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                 I found my love by the gas works cry,
                 Dreamed a dream, by the old canal,
                 Kissed my girl by the fact'ry 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 in the smoky wind
                 Dirty old town, dirty old town.

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

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

                      Dezember 1989  Peter Mötteli