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.

R: I'm a man of means by no means,
     King of The Road.
     Every engineer on every train,
     All of the children and all of their names
     And every handout in every town
     And ev'ry lock that ain't locked when no one's around.

Third box-car, mid-night 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 a round.

R:

Trailer ...

R: