Callng the Bids

Five AM on the arena rail Frost on the iron,

the coffee is pale

They said a girl couldn't run this yard When the hammer fell

and the times got hard But I learned from the giant who

held my hand And I'm standing tall on this timber stand

I pull my Stetson down to my eyes

Watch the bidding numbers rise Yeah,

they're leaning in

(here we go)

I'm calling the bids faster than the rain

Twenty-one, twenty-two, feel the strain

Those doubting men at the back of the room Are tipping their

hats in the morning gloom Yeah,

the hammer falls and the gavel cracks

No turning back

Old Miller stood with his arms crossed tight

Swore a woman's voice wouldn't sound right

But I caught his eye at thirty-four grand Now he's holding his

breath, hat in his hand They know my daddy

taught me to lead This arena runs on my fire

and speed

I pull my Stetson down to my eyes

Watch the bidding numbers rise Yeah,

they're leaning in

(here we go)

I'm calling the bids faster than the rain

Twenty-one, twenty-two, feel the strain

Those doubting men at the back of the room Are tipping their

hats in the morning gloom Yeah,

the hammer falls and the gavel cracks

No turning back

(going once,

going twice)

Calling the bids (going twice,

sold!)