King of the Road

The ultimate descriptive hobo song! This song really hits home for those of us whom have riden the rails!

[Verse 1] 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 pushing broom Buys a 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 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 All of the children and all of their names Every handout in every town 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 King of the road 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 pushing broom Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room