Written by Graham Rodgers/Debbie Pascarella © 2009

Lyrics

A LOT GOING ONCE (Graham Rodgers/Debbie Pascarella © 2009)

I WAS WALKING DOWN THE STREET THAT COLD NOVEMBER DAY
HEARD A MAN SHOUTING NUMBERS ASKING HOW MUCH WILL YOU PAY
FOR THIS HOUSE WITH THREE BEDROOMS, TWO BATHS AND A YARD
THE OWNER STOOD THERE CRYING, THEN IT HIT ME HARD

SOMEONE’S DREAMS WOULD END TODAY
ON A FRONT PORCH WHERE CHILDREN USED TO PLAY

GOING ONCE GOING TWICE
HE WAS SELLING SOMEONES LIFE
TO THE HIGHEST BID THAT HE COULD GET TO COME
THOUGH IT STOOD THERE EMPTY AND ALL BOARDED UP
THIS OLD HOUSE SURE HAD A LOT
A LOT GOING ONCE

THEY NEVER SAW BOBBY JOHNSON IN THE SUMMER ON THE SWING
OR HIS MOMA PLANTING FLOWERS IN THE GARDEN IN THAT SPRING
OR HOW HIS DAD WOULD RAKE THE LEAVES WHEN THEY’D FALLEN TO THE GROUND
HOW HE HUNG UP ALL THE LIGHTS WHEN CHRISTMAS CAME AROUND

TO THAT CROWD IT WAS WOOD BRICK AND STONE
TO THE JOHNSONS THAT HOUSE WAS THEIR HOME

GOING ONCE GOING TWICE
HE WAS SELLING SOMEONES LIFE
TO THE HIGHEST BID THAT HE COULD GET TO COME
THOUGH IT STOOD THERE EMPTY AND ALL BOARDED UP
THIS OLD HOUSE SURE HAD A LOT
A LOT GOING ONCE
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