King of the Road sing and play along

Third boxcar midnight train,

destina tion:

Bangor, Maine.

Old wornout suit and shoes;

I don't pay no union dues.

I smoke old stogies I have found,

buys a short but not too big around.

I'm a man of means by no means,

king of the road.

Trailer for sale or rent,

rooms to let, tion:

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 too four bit room.

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 ev'ry lock that ain't locked when no one's around.

I sing: