Lyrics:

King Of The Road
by Julie London

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 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 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 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

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 a eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means,
King of the road

Written by: ROGER MILLER