Gordon Lightfoot - The Auctioneer Lyrics
Hey well all right sir, open the gateLetem out and walkem boysHere we come with lot number twenty-nineWhat are you gonna give for the little fellaWell there was a boy from arkansas who wouldnt listen to his maWhen she told him that he should go to schoolHed sneak away in the afternoon and take a walk and pretty soonYoud find him at the local auction barnHed stand and listen carefully until at last he began to seeHow the auctioneer could talk so rapidlyHe said oh my, its do or die, Ive got to learn that auction cryGonna make my mark and be an auctioneerWell the time went by and he did his best and all could see he did not jestHe practiced calling bids both night and dayTil his pappy found him behind the barn just working up an awful stormAs he tried to imitate the auctioneerHis pop said son we just cant stand to have a mediocre manSelling things at auction using our good nameGonna send you off to auction school and then youll be nobodys foolAnd you can take your place among the bestAnd from that boy that went to school there grew a man who played it coolHe come back home a full fledged auctioneerAnd the people would come from miles aroundJust to hear him make that rhythmic soundThat filled their hearts with such a happy cheerAnd his fame spread out from shore to shoreHed all that he could do and moreHe had to buy a plane to get aroundNow hes the best in all the land, lets pause and give that man a handFor hes the best of all the auctioneers
