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 and old iron

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 what is it worth

It was once      MY MOST PRECIOUS [NOT MAMA'S]



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