VERSE 1.
[D]A rusting tractor, [A7]on the hill, the [G]fence post with the [D]posted bill
That [G]said the sale was [D]on until [A7]everything was sold.
[D]Bone and silver [A7]napkin rings, [G]elastic bands 'round [D]spoons and things,
[G]Tiny fingers [D]held the strings of that [A7]fiddle in the case.
CHORUS:
The [G]auctioneer comes [D]here today, [G]privacy is [D]on display,
The [G]highest bidder [D]takes away, but [A7]they can't take it all.
VERSE 2.
[D]Coffee pots we [A7]never used, [G]silver frames a [D]little bruised
[G]Around the portraits [D]that amused us in the [A7]parlor and the hall.
[D]Fireglow with [A7]favorite songs, and [G]laughter are the [D]things among
[G]The memories, that [D]still belong [A7]in those empty rooms.
CHORUS:
The [G]auctioneer comes [D]here today, [G]privacy is [D]on display,
The [G]highest bidder [D]takes away, but [A7]they can't take it all.
VERSE 3.
[D]A jar of nails, a [A7]box of tacks, the [G]dining chairs with [D]wicker backs,
Are [G]in the garden, [D]piled in stacks, being [A7]spotted by the rain,
Re[D]member when the [A7]lights were low, we had [G]pies, balloons, and [D]mistletoe.
The [G]morning sunlight [D]on the snow, who [A7]will buy a broken sleigh?
CHORUS:
The [G]auctioneer comes [D]here today, [G]privacy is [D]on display,
The [G]highest bidder [D]takes away, but [A7]they can't take it all.
VERSE 4.
[D]The auctioneer comes [A7]here today, cars [G]line the street, [D]black and grey,
While [G]children watch the [D]odd display, and [A7]others touch the lots
That are [D]numbered with the [A7]coloured tags, [G]books and clothing [D]sold in bags,
[G]Bought for learning, [D]bought for rags, and [A7]everything must go.
CHORUS:
The [G]auctioneer comes [D]here today, [G]privacy is [D]on display,
The [G]highest bidder [D]takes away, but [A7]they can't take it all.
[D]A rusting tractor, [A7]on the hill, the [G]fence post with the [D]posted bill
That [G]said the sale was [D]on until [A7]everything was sold.
[D]Bone and silver [A7]napkin rings, [G]elastic bands 'round [D]spoons and things,
[G]Tiny fingers [D]held the strings of that [A7]fiddle in the case.
CHORUS:
The [G]auctioneer comes [D]here today, [G]privacy is [D]on display,
The [G]highest bidder [D]takes away, but [A7]they can't take it all.
VERSE 2.
[D]Coffee pots we [A7]never used, [G]silver frames a [D]little bruised
[G]Around the portraits [D]that amused us in the [A7]parlor and the hall.
[D]Fireglow with [A7]favorite songs, and [G]laughter are the [D]things among
[G]The memories, that [D]still belong [A7]in those empty rooms.
CHORUS:
The [G]auctioneer comes [D]here today, [G]privacy is [D]on display,
The [G]highest bidder [D]takes away, but [A7]they can't take it all.
VERSE 3.
[D]A jar of nails, a [A7]box of tacks, the [G]dining chairs with [D]wicker backs,
Are [G]in the garden, [D]piled in stacks, being [A7]spotted by the rain,
Re[D]member when the [A7]lights were low, we had [G]pies, balloons, and [D]mistletoe.
The [G]morning sunlight [D]on the snow, who [A7]will buy a broken sleigh?
CHORUS:
The [G]auctioneer comes [D]here today, [G]privacy is [D]on display,
The [G]highest bidder [D]takes away, but [A7]they can't take it all.
VERSE 4.
[D]The auctioneer comes [A7]here today, cars [G]line the street, [D]black and grey,
While [G]children watch the [D]odd display, and [A7]others touch the lots
That are [D]numbered with the [A7]coloured tags, [G]books and clothing [D]sold in bags,
[G]Bought for learning, [D]bought for rags, and [A7]everything must go.
CHORUS:
The [G]auctioneer comes [D]here today, [G]privacy is [D]on display,
The [G]highest bidder [D]takes away, but [A7]they can't take it all.