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

Joey lived a mile outa Southern Cross Working on trucks for the local pit boss Friday nights when he'd come to town They'd all line up to see him lay some rubber down Joey had a ute built in '74 With a 350 Chevy and four on the floor Chrome wire wheels and a customised back He could run the main street quarter mile in under ten flat 'Cause he's the king of the road out here He's won four big Ford's and old John Deer He won the summer nationals twice He's the king of the road out here on Friday nights Was a summer's night and I remember it well A city boy thought he had a story to tell He had a turbo charged flash in the pan He walked up to Joey, said "Hey, I hear you're the man" The whole town was there and it was quite a scene It was the biggest race there ever had been That little car looked pretty in red And now Joey's gran is driving it instead He's the king of the road out here He's won four big Ford's and an old John Deer He won the summer nationals twice He's the king of the road out here on Friday nights You might have Brocky in the city spotlight But you ain't ever seen Joey on a Friday night Folks come a running from miles around Just to see our Joey laying the rubber down 'Cause he's the king of the road out here He's won four big Ford's and an old John Deer He won the summer nationals twice He's the king of the road out here on Friday nights King of the road out here He's won four big Ford's and an old John Deer He won the summer nationals twice He's the king of the road out here on Friday night Well, he's the king of the road out here on Friday night He's the king of the road out here on Friday night Drive me home, Joey

Trailers for sale or rent Rooms to let - 50 cents No phone, no pool, no pets Ain't got no cigarettes, ah but Two hours of pushing broom Buys an 8 by 12 four-bit room He's a man of means by no means King of the road. Third box car midnight train Destination Bangor, Maine Old worn-out suits and shoes Don't pay no union dues. He smokes old stogies he has found Short, but not too big around He's a man of means by no means King of the road (He knows) Every engineer on every train All of their children and all of their names And every hang-out in every town Every lock that ain't locked When no one's around. I say, Trailers for sale or rent Rooms to let - 50 cents No phone, no pool, no pets Ain't got no cigarettes. I've got two hours of pushing broom Buys an 8 by 12 four-bit room He's a man of means by no means King of the road. King of the road. King of the road. King of the road.

Trailer 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 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 their 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. I know every engineer on every train All of their 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. 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.

Blind eye run in circle, seals your fate Bow down to the one, you create Try to tell you one thing I try to tell you why Try to show you somethin' As you sit by Safe, inside Hover high seein' down below Safe, inside Intelligent worship alone Blank mind in your eyes, you exist Tell me what you see, somethin' I missed Try to tell you one thing Try to tell you why Try to show you somethin' As you sit by Safe, inside Hover high seein' down below Safe, inside Intelligent worship alone Tell yourself, you're safe inside Thinkin' back, you wonder why Tell yourself you're safe inside Safe inside, safe inside Safe inside, safe inside Safe inside, safe inside Safe inside, safe inside Bow down to the one you create Bow down to the one you create

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