Auctioneer - Gordon Lightfoot

    Hey well all right sir, open the gate
    Let'em out and walk'em boys
    Here we come with lot number twenty-nine
    What are you gonna give for the little fella

    Well there was a boy from Arkansas who wouldn't listen to his ma
    When she told him that he should go to school
    He'd sneak away in the afternoon and take a walk and pretty soon
    You'd find him at the local auction barn
    He'd stand and listen carefully until at last he began to see
    How the auctioneer could talk so rapidly
    He said "Oh my, it's do or die, I've got to learn that auction cry
    Gonna make my mark and be an auctioneer"

    Well the time went by and he did his best and all could see he did not jest
    He practiced calling bids both night and day
    Til his pappy found him behind the barn just working up an awful storm
    As he tried to imitate the auctioneer
    His pop said "Son we just can't stand to have a mediocre man
    Selling things at auction using our good name
    Gonna send you off to auction school and then you'll be nobody's fool
    And you can take your place among the best"

    And from that boy that went to school there grew a man who played it cool
    He come back home a full fledged auctioneer
    And the people would come from miles around
    Just to hear him make that rhythmic sound
    That filled their hearts with such a happy cheer
    And his fame spread out from shore to shore
    He'd all that he could do and more
    He had to buy a plane to get around
    Now he's the best in all the land, let's pause and give that man a hand
    For he's the best of all the auctioneers


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