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THE AUCTIONEER

ROBB STRANDLUND &  FRED KOLLER



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Fred Koller

 
THE WAITRESS BRINGS HIS COFFEE BLACK,
AND TURNS HER HEAD AWAY.
I KNOW SHE DOES'NT WANT TO ASK,
WHERE HE'LL WORK TODAY.
BUT THE SIGNS ARE UP FOR ALL TO SEE,
AND THEY'LL COME FROM MILES AROUND.
TO BID ON SOMEONE'S HOPES AND DREAMS,
AND HEAR HIS GAVEL POUND.

FROM MAINE TO CALIFORNIA,
HE'S DOIN' WELL THIS YEAR.
ALL YOU CHILDREN RUN AND HIDE,
HERE COMES THE AUCTIONEER.

TWO DOLLARS FOR A BABIES BED,
WHO GREW AND MOVED AWAY.
HIS FATHER LEFT THE BOY THE FARM,
BUT HE COULDN'T MAKE IT PAY.
AND THE LETTER FROM THE LAND BANK,
SAID "SORRY NO MORE LOANS",
SO THEIR SELLIN' 80 ACRES,
WITH TWO BARNS AND A HOME.

FROM MAINE TO CALIFORNIA,
HE'S DOIN' WELL THIS YEAR.
ALL YOU CHILDREN RUN AND HIDE,
HERE COMES THE AUCTIONEER.

AND THAT COMBINE LOOKS FAMILIAR,
IT SEEMS LIKE JUST LAST SPRING,
HE SOLD IT CHEAP TO THIS FARM HERE.
WHO KNOWS WHAT IT WILL BRING.

I KNOW THE REAPER'S COMMIN' SOON,
AND PEOPLE IT LOOKS GRIM.
CAUSE' ALL I SEE ARE DUSTY FIELDS
WHERE NEW CROPS SHOULD HAVE BEEN
TODAY HEíLL RAISE HIS GAVEL HIGH
AND SELL THIS FARMERS LAND
THEREíS SOMETHIN AWFUL HAPPENIN HERE
THAT I DONíT UNDERSTAND

FROM MAINE TO CALIFORNIA,
HE'S DOIN' WELL THIS YEAR.
ALL YOU CHILDREN RUN AND HIDE,
HERE COMES THE AUCTIONEER.
THE AUCTIONEER
THE AUCTIONEER
THE AUCTIONEER