A Poet Reflects

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 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.

—Roger Miller, lyrics to “King of the Road” from The Return of Roger Miller (Smash Records, 1964)


  1. litverve said: Ah, haven’t heard this song in years.
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  7. stoicmike said: One of my favorite songs.
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