Текст песни Roger Miller — King of the Road

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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 an
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 suits 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 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 an
Eight by twelve four-bit room!
I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road!
King of the road!

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