GORDON LIGHTFOOT - The Auctioneer lyrics

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Hey well all right sir, open the gate<br>Let'em out and walk'em boys<br>Here we come with lot number twenty-nine<br>What are you gonna give for the little fella<br><br>Well there was a boy from arkansas who wouldn't listen to his ma<br>When she told him that he should go to school<br>He'd sneak away in the afternoon and take a walk and pretty soon<br>You'd find him at the local auction barn<br>He'd stand and listen carefully until at last he began to see<br>How the auctioneer could talk so rapidly<br>He said oh my, it's do or die, I've got to learn that auction cry<br>Gonna make my mark and be an auctioneer<br><br>Well the time went by and he did his best and all could see he did not jest<br>He practiced calling bids both night and day<br>Til his pappy found him behind the barn just working up an awful storm<br>As he tried to imitate the auctioneer<br>His pop said son we just can't stand to have a mediocre man<br>Selling things at auction using our good name<br>Gonna send you off to auction school and then you'll be nobody's fool<br>And you can take your place among the best<br><br>And from that boy that went to school there grew a man who played it cool<br>He come back home a full fledged auctioneer<br>And the people would come from miles around<br>Just to hear him make that rhythmic sound<br>That filled their hearts with such a happy cheer<br>And his fame spread out from shore to shore<br>He'd all that he could do and more<br>He had to buy a plane to get around<br>Now he's the best in all the land, let's pause and give that man a hand<br>For he's the best of all the auctioneers