Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents

Ah, but two hours of pushin' broom buys an eight by twelve four-bit room

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 know every engineer on every train

All their children and all of their names

And every handout in every town

Every lock that ain't locked when no one's around

I sing, "Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents

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

Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom buys an eight by twelve four-bit room"

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