The auctioneer said, I'm not through yet,
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Here's a horse the likes of which you've never seen,
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And the straw hats in the sun, with a face beneath each one,
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Shown doubtful and the auctioneer got mean.
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Do you think that you can find a horse like this every day?
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I don't think there's any better on this earth,
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And the more you pay, the more it's worth.
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Then out she came, a snow-white mare,
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Prancin' and a dancin' in the silver sun,
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They watched her from behind, as she did her bump and grind,
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Walkin' naked, sad and graceful for their fun.
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Oh how I wished I could afford that lady painted white,
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A queen with high nobility of birth,
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But the more you pay, the more it's worth.
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My pockets hung with empty blues,
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Silent heels were standin' on my growin' pains,
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My bid was not too bad, two bits was all I had,
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And the stable boy just handed me the reins.
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Well the gallery went wild, and the auctioneer half smiled,
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What we don't sell we shoot or give away,
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'Cause the more you pay, the more it's worth.
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And where was the boy, who rode on her back,
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With his arms holding tight round her neck?
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How tightly he clung,
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When they both were young,
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And fate had not let this poor girl be so
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Disgraced.
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The More You Pay
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| Don McLean |
