King of the Road — текст песни (Dean Martin)

(Roger Miller)

Trailer for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets ain`t got no cigarettes
But two hours of pushing broom buys a eight by twelve four bit room
I`m a man of means by no means king of the road.

Third bocxcar midnight train destination Bangor Maine
Old worn out suit and shoes 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.

Every engineer on every train
And all of the children and all of their names
(And every hand-out in every town)
Every lock that ain`t locked when no one`s around.

I sing trailer for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets ain`t got no cigarettes
But two hours of pushing broom buys a eight by twelve four bit room
I`m a man of means by no means king of the road.

King of the road, king of the road...