King of the Road
Randy Travis Lyrics


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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 a 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

I know every engineer on every train
All of their children and all of their names
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 a 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 their children and all of their names
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 a 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
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Two hours of pushin' broom
Buys a eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road




King of the road
King of the road

Overall Meaning

"King of the Road" is a classic country song that tells the story of a drifter who is free to roam the country as he pleases. The lyrics paint a picture of a man who doesn't have much, but is content with his life and the experiences he's had. The opening verse describes a group of trailers for sale or rent and rooms that can be rented for fifty cents. The singer points out that there are no phones, pools or pets, and he doesn't have any cigarettes. Despite not having much, he states that he is still the king of the road because he is able to live on his own terms.


In the second verse, the singer describes himself boarding a third boxcar on a midnight train to Bangor, Maine. He is wearing an old worn-out suit and shoes and doesn't pay any union dues. He smokes old stogies but still remains short. The third verse is a chorus that is repeated twice, emphasizing his status and satisfaction as the king of the road. The final verse tells us that the singer knows every engineer on every train and is familiar with all of their children and their names. He is well-versed in the handouts in every town and is aware of all of the unlocked locks.


Overall, "King of the Road" celebrates the spirit of freedom and independence that comes with living life on one's own terms.


Line by Line Meaning

Trailers for sale or rent
The suave attitude towards cheap accommodations and the idea of living without the typical luxuries that come with rented housing options.


Rooms to let, fifty cents
The availability of renting very cheap rooms that cost only two quarters.


No phone, no pool, no pets
The primitiveness of the living situation - there are no phones, no pools, and no pets allowed.


I ain't got no cigarettes
The artist doesn't smoke or have any cigarettes.


Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
The artist is willing to work hard, even if it means working a mundane job of sweeping floors.


Buys a eight by twelve four-bit room
With two hours of work, one can afford a small, simple room sized at eight by twelve feet in exchange for four bits of cash.


I'm a man of means by no means
The singer is self-sufficient, able to make their own living, but not wealthy.


King of the road
Despite having nothing in terms of physical goods or wealth, the artist feels very much in charge and in control of their own life, like a king.


Third boxcar, midnight train
The artist leads a transient lifestyle, hopping between trains and traveling quarters.


Destination, Bangor, Maine
The artist's current travel route for this song is headed towards Bangor, Maine.


Old worn out suit and shoes
The singer's clothing shows signs of wear due to long-term use and likely poverty.


I don't pay no union dues
The artist is not a member of any unions.


I smoke old stogies I have found
The singer smokes found cigars rather than purchasing their own.


Short, but not too big around
The cigars that the singer finds are not long, but still thick enough to smoke.


I know every engineer on every train
The singer is very familiar with railroad staff and recognizes them by name.


All of their children and all of their names
The artist is familiar with the families of the railroad staff and knows each of the children by name.


Every handout in every town
The artist knows where to get free things in every town they visit.


And every lock that ain't locked
The singer knows which locks to pick or tamper with to gain access.


When no one's around
The singer's familiarity with locks and lack of restraint lets them take advantage of other peoples' possessions when no one is there to see them do it.




Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Roger Miller

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@tonyakrinn9798

My 7 wk old Grandbaby cries non-stop but this almost instantly quiets her down. πŸ€—

@trollockian756

(Just ignoring the spammer up top,)
That's raising them right.(:

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The kids got good taste πŸ˜‰βœŒοΈπŸ€˜πŸ––

@xavierbissonnette7896

That's gonna be a great kid then

@toddnichols3117

Your grand baby would probably love anything sung by Randy then

@Matty_Joe

Raisin' em' right! πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡Έ

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@danielcole6182

If my radio could stuck on a song this would be it, great song, great voice

@phillysboy3

When did this come out?

@Punterofchildren

96

@mardabo4078

I think Randy's style gave it a nice wrinkle that kinda freshened it up after hearing Roger Miller's original for the umpteenth time.

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