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"