King Of The Road Lyrics

Trailer 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 bed room. I`m a man of means, by no means king of the road. Third boxcar, midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine. Old worn out suits 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. Well, I know every engineer on every train, and all of the children and all of their names and every handout in every town and every lock that ain't locked when no one around I sing Trailer 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.