Rags And Old Iron

Rags And Old Iron - Nina Simone (妮娜·西蒙)

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 and old iron

What ever have happen

For those big empty promises

You used to make

For those memories of you

That are no longer sweet

I wish he could haul them off down the street

Rags old iron rags old iron

All he was buying was just rags and old iron

When love doesn't last tell me

How much is it worth

It was once mama's most

Precious possession on earth

When I asked that old rag man

If he'd like to buy

He just shook his head

And continued to cry

Rags old iron rags old iron

All he was buying was

Just rags and old iron

Rags old iron rags old iron

Rags old iron rags old iron

Rags old iron