Dean Martin King Of The Road Lyrics

Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
Ain't got no cigarettes
But two hours of pushin' broom
Buys a 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 suite 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.

Every engineer on every train
And 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
Ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys a 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 road.

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