Lyrics

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 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... Trailers 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 Trailers 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........