| 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 |