p.2. King of the Road
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
And every handout in every town, and every lock that ain't locked when no one's around
I sing,
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
King of the Road,
King of the Ro -o - ad