Published June 4, 2007

For more than a century, millions of pounds of some of the highest-grade cigarette tobacco in the world have been grown by farmers in what has been called Virginia’s “Old Belt,” along the North Carolina border. The Old Belt tobacco was traditionally sold through an auction system that supported not just the local economy, but also a distinctive fabric of local traditions and ways of life. One of the most remarkable traditions to come out of the auction system was the mesmerizing chant of the tobacco auctioneer, and no one has ever done it better than world champion auctioneer, Bob Cage. The key to successful auctioneering, according to Bob, is putting on a show for buyers and spectators, and creating a synergetic rhythm between the auctioneer and the bidders. “The buyers really have to dance to your tune,” Bob explains. By the mid-1990s, demand for tobacco in the United States was in steep decline. World markets were changing, and tobacco farming was sustained to a large extent by a system of price supports and allotments that resulted in the end of the tobacco auction, and with that the hypnotic chant of the auctioneer. Bob is working with documentary filmmaker and tobacco auction enthusiast Jim Crawford, both to record and to pass along this vanishing verbal art.

“All right gentlemen, let’s go

155 One fifty five,55, 56, give me something, sicky two, sicky two, Run Johnny!

170 Hey I’ve got him, gone, gone, gone, one seventy, seventy one, seventy two, hey three, four, seventy five, seventy, Exed!

172 Hey seventy two, what’ll I do, seventy two, three, four, five, seventy five, seventy eight, seventy eight dollar, Ginger!

162 Hey sixty two, toodee doodly doo-doo-doo, sickity three, sicky five, L and M.

185 Eighty five dollars, eighty five, eighty five, eighty seven, eighty seven, eighty, ninety dollars, send it to the Queen!

190 Hey ninety dollars, got a ninety one, ninety two-two-two-two-two, ninety two, and a Run Johnny!

165 Hey sixty sickly five, sickly five, now sickly five, now sickly five, sickly five, seventy, hey seventy dollars, seventy dollars, Exed.

180 Eighty dollars, eighty dollars, eighty one, eighty two, eighty three, eighty four, eighty fi, fi, five, eighty five, American.

172 Hey seventy two, toodlely do, give me here, give me five, give me five, thank you now, seventy dollars and Ginger!

162 Hey sixty two, doodlely doo, what’ll I do, sixty five, sell it man, sixty five, sixty five, L and M.

190 Hey ninety dollar, ninety one, ninety two-two-two-two-two, ninety two, Run Johnny!

Thank you gentlemen.”

—Bob Cage chant as transcribed by Jim Crawford



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