Fuck Yeah, Nina Simone

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

…

Now if your mind lies in the Devil’s workshop
And evil duens your thrill
And trouble and mischief is all you live for
You know darn well
That you’ll go to hell

So you’re living high and mighty
Rich off the fat of the land
Just don’t dispose of your natural soul
‘cos you know darn well
That you’ll…