"Rags And Old Iron": When I was like 5, an old man with a cart that rode on two wobbly squeaking wagon wheels, had two long poles attached to it, which he stood between and pulled down the alley behind us, while crying "rags and old iron".
When I was like 20, the first love of my life went to the altar with someone else, and I cried, while singing "Rags And Old Iron".
Enjoy the music.