paroles de chanson Dirty Old Town - Bettye LaVette

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