I ain't got no cigarettes, I've got two hours of pushin' broom by the eight o'clock in the mornin' I ain't got no cigarettes, I've got two hours of pushin' broom by the eight o'clock in the mornin' 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 stokies 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 every lock it ain't locked when no one's around I sing trailer for sale or rent, rooms till at fifty cents No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes I've got two hours of pushin' broom by the eight by twelve four bed room I'm a man of means, by no means, king of the road Trailer for sale or rent, rooms till at fifty cents No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes I've got two hours of pushin' broom by the eight by twelve four bed room