King of the Road

Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I aint got no cigarettes
Ah, but two hours of pushin broom buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
Im 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 dont pay no union dues
I smoke old stogies I have found, short, but not too big around
Im 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 aint locked when no ones around
I sing, 'Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I aint got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin broom buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
Im 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 aint got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin broom buys an eight by twelve four-bit room'