Dean Martin - King Of The Road - Текст песни

(Roger Miller)


[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]