road
许巍 Lyrics


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(Trailers for sale
Trailers for sale
Trailers for sale)

I ain't got no cigarettes
It takes four hours of pushin' broom
To buy a four-by-twelve two-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road

[Chorus:]
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No cars, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
It takes four hours of pushin' broom
To buy a four-by-twelve two-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road

(Take slower)

It takes four hours of pushin' broom
To buy a four-by-twelve two-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road

(One more time)





[Chorus:]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to the song "Road" by 许巍 paint a vivid picture of a man who is down on his luck and facing tough times. The opening line "Trailers for sale" is repeated three times, setting the tone for the entire song. The singer then reveals that he doesn't have any cigarettes, before going on to lament his financial situation. He sings about how it takes him four hours of pushing a broom just to be able to afford a small room, and despite being a man of means, he is no king of the road.


The chorus further emphasizes the singer's struggle, as he sings about trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let for only fifty cents, and the fact that he has no car, pool, or pets. The line "I ain't got no cigarettes" is repeated again, driving home just how difficult things are for him. The final verse repeats the same lyrics as the first, emphasizing the singer's desperation and inability to improve his situation.


Overall, the song is a poignant commentary on poverty and the harsh realities of life for those who are struggling to get by. The repetition of certain lines and phrases helps to underscore the singer's sense of hopelessness, while the simple melody and sparse instrumentation allow the lyrics to take center stage.


Line by Line Meaning

Trailers for sale
There are used mobile homes available for purchase


I ain't got no cigarettes
I don't have any cigarettes


It takes four hours of pushin' broom
I have to work hard and do a menial task for four hours


To buy a four-by-twelve two-bit room
In order to afford a small, cheap room, I need to work very hard and save up


I'm a man of means, by no means
Despite my financial situation, I have some pride and dignity


King of the road
I may be poor, but I am still in control of my own destiny and life


Rooms to let, fifty cents
There are rooms available for rent, but they are very cheap


No cars, no pool, no pets
There are no frills or luxuries available in the rooms for rent, just basic accommodations




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ROGER MILLER

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