Paroles de King Of The Road

Trailers 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 a eight by ten four-bed room I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road Third boxcar, the midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine Old worn out suit 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 And all of the children and all of their name And every handout in every town And every lock that ain't locked when no-one's around I sing trailers 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 a eight by ten four-bed room I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road King of the road, king of the road