…two hours of pushin´ broom,
Buys an eight by twelve for bit
room
I´m a man of means by no means,
king of the road.
Third box car, midnight train, destination:
Bangor, Maine
Old worn out suit and shoes, he don’t pay no
Union dues
He smokes old stogies he has found, short
but no too big around
He’s 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
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain’t
got no cigarettes
Ah, but...
...two hours of pushing broom,
Buys an eight by twelve for bit room
I´m a... man of means by no means
King of the road, king of the road
King of the road!
King of the road!