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...