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 pushing broom

Buys an eight by twelve, four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road

Third bocxcar midnight train
Destination Bangor, Maine
Old worn out suit n' shoes
I don't pay no union dues
I smoke old stoagies 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 the 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...

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