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Friday, August 04, 2006

"King of the Road" by Roger Miller

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 clothes 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.

3 Comments:

Blogger Money Miss said...

That poem is cool.

And by that I mean I don't understand it a bit. ;)

Fri Aug 04, 03:02:00 PM EDT  
Blogger Money Miss said...

Did you know you've won the CRAZEE PEOPLE contest?

Sat Aug 05, 12:41:00 PM EDT  
Blogger xz said...

HAHA ROFLROFLROFL U SOUND LIKE A REDNECK!!!

Tue Aug 08, 01:16:00 PM EDT  

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