Trailer for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets ain't got no cigarettes
But two hours of pushing broom buys a 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 and shoes 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.
Every engineer on every train
And all of the children and all of their names
(And every hand-out in every town)
Every lock that ain't locked when no one's around.
I sing trailer for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets ain't got no cigarettes
But two hours of pushing broom buys a eight by twelve four bit room
I'm a man of means by no means king of the road.
King of the road, king of the road...
