Dean Martin - King Of The Road Lyrics
[Chorus:]Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty centsNo phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettesAh but two hours of pushin' broom buys and eight by twelve four-bit roomI'm a man of means by no means, king of the roadThird boxcar midnight train, destination Bangor, MaineOld worn out suit and shoes, I don't pay no union duesI smoke old stogies I have found, short but not too big aroundI'm a man of means by no means, king of the roadI know every engineer on every trainAll the children and all of their namesAnd every handout in every townAnd every lock that ain't locked when no-one's aroundI sing...[Chorus 2x]