King Of The Road (Brokeback Mountain)

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 pushing 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 the children and all of their names, And every handout in every town And ev'ry 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 pushing broom buys a eight-by-twelve four-bit room. I'm a man of means by no means, King of the Road. rep. last verse