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 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 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. I know every engineer on every train,
All of their children and all of their names.
Every handout in every town,
And every lock that ain't locked
when no one's 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.

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