Jason Manns, Paul Carella - King of the Road lyrics
[Jason Manns, Paul Carella - King of the Road lyrics]
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushing broom
Buys a eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means
The king of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination: Bangor, Maine
Old worn out suit's 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 names
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 pushing broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means
A king of the road
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 pushing broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means
A 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 pushing broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road king of the road
A king of the road