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

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 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...

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