King Of The Road

Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes Ah, but two hours of pushin' broom buys an eight by twelve four-bit room I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road Third boxcar, midnight train, destination, Bangor, Maine Old worn out suit and shoes, I don't pay no union dues I smoke old stogies I have found, short, but not too big around I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road I know every engineer on every train All their children and all of their names And every handout in every town Every lock that ain't locked when no one's around I sing, "Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom buys an eight by twelve four-bit room I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road" "Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom buys an eight by twelve four-bit room"