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Nina Simone |
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Miscellaneous |
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Rags And Old Iron |
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Norman Curtis, Oscar Brown jr |
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Rags old iron rags old iron |
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All he was buying was just rags and old iron |
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I heard that old rag man now making his rounds |
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He came right to my alley Lord with sorrowful sounds |
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Crying rags old iron and pulling his cart |
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Ask him how much he'd give me for my broken heart |
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Rags old iron rags old iron |
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All he was buying was just rags and old iron |
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So I asked that old rag man how much he would pay |
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For a heart that was broken baby when you went away |
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For a burnt out old love light that no longer beams |
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And a couple of slightly used second hand dreams |
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Rags old iron rags old iron |
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All he was buying was just rags and old iron |
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For those big empty promises you used to make |
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For those memories of you that are no longer sweet |
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I wish he could haul them off down the street |
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Rags old iron rags old iron |
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All he was buying was just rags and old iron |
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When love doesn't last tell me what is it worth |
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It was once mama's most precious possession on earth |
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When I asked that old rag man if he'd like to buy |
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He just shook his head and continued to cry |
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Rags old iron rags old iron |
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All he was buying was just rags and old iron |
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Rags old iron rags old iron |
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Rags old iron rags old iron rags old iron |
