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 townProclaimers - King Of The Road - http://motolyrics.com/proclaimers/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