Lyrics of
King Of The Road

Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let 50 cents.
No phone no pool no pets, I ain't got no ciggaretes.
Two hours of pushin broom, buys a eight by twelve forbit room.
I'm a man of means by no means, King of the Road.
Third Box car midnight train, destination Bangor Maine.
Old worn out suit and shoes, I don't pay no union dues.
I smoke old stogey's I have found, short but not to big around.
I'm a mans of means by no means, King of the Road.
I know every engine on every train,
All of the children and all of there names.
And every handout in every town,
And every lock that ain't locked when no ones around.
Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let 50 cents.
No phone no pool no pets, I ain't got no ciggaretes.
Two hours of pushin broom, buys a eight by twelve forbit room.
I'm a man of means by no means, King of the Road.
King of the Road.
King of the Road.