Dirty Old Town

I met my love down by Norman High

Dreamed the dream at the Grace Stone dance

I kissed my love by the Dutch main gate

Dirty old town

Dirty old town

Cats are prowling

They're on their beat

Friendly young things on the 12th streets drove

A shout went out, that change it all

Dirty old town

Dirty old town

I heard the sirens coming from the streets

I saw some folks, they set the night on fire

I can smell the stench of the smoky wind

Dirty old town

Dirty old town

They took, they took a good sharp axe

Shining steel tempered in the fire

They'll try to chop you down like an old dead tree

But they can't

It's a dirty old town

Dirty old town

Dirty old town that it's on the mail

Dirty old town

Dirty old town

Dirty old town