| Hey y’ve all reg’stered, open the gate ‘n let ‘em out and walk ‘em ‘bout
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| Ere we come a letter number twenty-nine, what’re you gonna gimme for ‘er
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| Ah, wenta-five wunna bid me biddle, wanna five wanna five wanna five,
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| 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
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| thirty five
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| Well there was a boy from Arkansas who wouldn’t listen to his Ma when she told
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| 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 you’d
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| 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 how the
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| 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
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| 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,
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| bidgel on a forty-five, forty-five. |
| Who’s gunna bidda the forty-five dollar
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| 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 '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
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| bill?
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| Well I sold that hoss for fifty dollar bill! |