King Of The Road Lyrics

KING OF THE ROAD

Trailer for sale or rent, 
rooms to let fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets; 
I ain't got no cigarrettes.
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 the children and all of their names
     and 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 cigarrettes.
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.

               - Roger Miller