Rags and Old Iron

Norman curtis, oscar brown jr

Rags old iron rags old iron

All he was buying was just rags and old iron

I heard that old rag man now making his rounds

He came right to my alley lord with sorrowful sounds

Crying rags old iron and pulling his cart

Ask him how much he'd give me for my broken heart

Rags old iron rags old iron

All he was buying was just rags and old iron

So I asked that old rag man how much he would pay

For a heart that was broken baby when you went away

For a burnt out old love light that no longer beams

And a couple of slightly used second hand dreams

Rags old iron rags old iron

All he was buying was just rags