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 the children and all of their names
And every handout in every townProcession - King Of The Road - http://motolyrics.com/procession/king-of-the-road-lyrics.html
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.

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