歌词
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
I've got two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight to twelve four-bit room
He's a man of means by no means, king of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train, destination, Bangor, Maine
Old worn out clothes and shoes
I don't pay no union dues
He smokes cold stogies he has found short, but not too big around
He's a man of means by no means, king of the road
Every engineer in every train
All of their children, and all of their names
And every handout in every town
And 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
I've got two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight to twelve four-bit room