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