King Of The Road Lyrics - Roger Miller

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.