Hey y've all reg'stered, open the gate a€?n let a€?em out and walk a€?em a€?bout.
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Ere we come a letter number twenty-nine, what're you gonna gimme for a€?er
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Ah, wenta-five wunna bid me biddle, wanna five wanna five wanna five, wudja biddle on a twenty-five.
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Gotta twenty-five dollar bidja-biddle on a five on the five wouldja biddle on a
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thirty dollar five on a five would ya biddle on a five wouldja biddle on a thirty five.
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Well there was a boy from Arkansas who wouldn't listen to his Ma
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when she told him that he should go to school.
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Well He'd stay away in the afternoon, take a little walk and pretty soon
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you'd find him at the local auction barn.
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Well, he'd stand and listen carefully until at last he began to see
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how the auctioneer could talk so rapidly,
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Well, he said "Oh my, it's do or die, I've got to learn that auction cry,
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gonna make my mark and be an auctioneer."
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Twenty-five dollar bid'ja, now, thirty dollar, thirty wudja make it thirty
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bidda onna thirty dollar thirty dollar wouldja gimme thirty, wouldja gimme
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thirty dollar bill? I gotta thirty dolla bidja, now, five, wouldja beedle onna
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thirty five biddle on a thirty five, thirty five? Who's gonna bitta the thirty five dollar bill?
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Well the time went by and he did his best and all could see he did not jest.
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He practiced calling bids both night and day
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till his pappy found him behind the barn just working up an awful storm
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as he tried to imitate the auctioneer.
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And his pop said "Son, we just can't stand to have a mediocre man
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selling things at auction using our good name.
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Gonna send you off to auction school and then you'll be nobody's fool
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and you can take your place among the best."
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Thirty five dolla bidja now forty doller forty, wouldja megga forty bidya on a
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forty doller forty doller wouldja gimme forty, wouldja gimme forty dollar bill?
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I gotta forty dollar bidya now, five, wouldja biddle on a forty-five, bidgel on
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a forty-five, forty-five. Who's gunna bidda the forty-five dollar bill?
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And from that boy that went to school there grew a man who played it cool,
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he come back home a full fledged auctioneer.
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And the people would come from miles around
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just to hear him make that rhythmic sound
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that filled their hearts with such a happy cheer.
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And his fame spread out from shore to shore, he'd all that he could do and more,
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he had to buy a plane to get around.
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Well, now he's the best in all the land, let's pause and give that man a
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hand a€?cause he's the best of all the auctioneers
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Forty-five dollar bidja now, fifty dollar fifty wouldja make it fifty biddle
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onna fifty dolla fifty dolla. Wouldja gimme fifty, wouldja gimme fifty dolla
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bill? I gotta fifty dolla bidja now, five, wouldja biddle onna fifty-five,
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biddle onna fifty-five, fifty-five. Who's gonna bitta the fifty five dollar bill?
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Well I sold that hoss for fifty dollar bill!
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The Auctioneer
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| Gordon Lightfoot |
