The Auctioneer

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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