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GTrailer for Amisale or rent, DRooms to let, Gfifty cents, No phone, no Cpool, no pets, I Dain't got no cigarets. GAh, but two hours of pushing broom; Buys and 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. Trailer for sale or rent, Rooms to let, fifty cents, No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarets. Ah, but two hours of pushing broom; Buys and 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 the children and all of their names, And every hand-out in every town, And every lock that ain't locked when no one's around, I sing...