One, a-two, a-one. King of the road. Third boxcar, midnight train. Destination, Bangor, Maine. All worn out, suit and shoes. I don't pay no union dues. I smoke old Stogie's I found. Short, but not too big a round. I'm a man of means, by no means. King of the road. I know every engineer on every train. All their children and all of their names. Every handout in every town. And every lock that ain't locked when no one's around, I see. Trailers for sailor rent. Rooms to let fifty cents. No phone, no pool, no pets. I ain't got no cigarettes. I've had two hours of push and brooms. And 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. King of the road.
