Dean Martin - King Of The Road lyrics

[Chorus:] 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 and 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 suit 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 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... [Chorus 2x]