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 back 
         


C 
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