paroles de chanson King of the Road - Dean Martin

Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let 50 cent
No phone, no pool, no pets, ain't got no cigarettes
But two hours of pushing broom buys a eight-by-twelve four bedroom
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, 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

Every engineer on every train
And all of the children and all of their names
(And every hangout in every town)
Every lock that ain't locked when no one's around

I sing trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let 50 cent
No phone, no pool, no pets, ain't got no cigarettes
But two hours of pushing broom buys a eight-by-twelve four bedroom
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
King of the road, king of the road