The 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 clothes 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 their children, and all of their names
 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 an eight by twelve four-bit room
 I'm a man of means by no means, 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 an eight by twelve four-bit room
 I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road.

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Duration
04:00
Tempo
127 BPM

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