Written by William Elliott/Robert Purvis
C Dm F C Chorus C Em F G G7 C Dirty old hole in the side of the road Dm For the man who cleans the streets F C Opened pub doors where the working class goes at night Written on walls where the cats have a crawl Dm For the glass along the top F C G7 Man I was born there, I'm gonna walk right backC Costafine town, it's a fine town Em I'm coming home F G G7 I feel so lonely, I been too long away C Costafine town, it's a fine town Em I'm coming home F G G7 I wish I'd never made up my mind to stray VERSE 2 Nobody owns all the dirty old clothes That are lying in the lane Whistling loud before their shift has gone Little old man with the pole in his hand Lighting lamps along the way Hurry me back there, I wish I'd never gone Costafine town, it's a fine town I'm coming home I feel so lonely, I been too long away Costafine town, it's a fine town I'm coming home I wish I'd never made up my mind to stray .... REPEAT AND FADE