King of the Road Lyrics

Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettesBut two hours of pushing broom
Eight by twelve four bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
I'm King of the roadThird boxcar midnight train
Destination Bangor Maine
Old worn out suit and shoes
I don't pay no union duesI smoke old stogies I have found
Short but not too big around
I'm a Man of means by no means
I'm King of the roadI know every engineer on every train
All of the children and all of their names
An' every handout in every town
And every lock that ain't locked when no one's aroundI sing, Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets

Fresh out of cigarettesBut two hours of pushing broom
Buys an Eight by twelve four bit room
I'm a Man of means by no means
I'm King of the roadKing of the road
King of the road