Monday, June 06, 2005

King of the Road, lyrics by Roger Miller

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.
* * * *
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.

1 Comments:

At Thursday, June 09, 2005 11:29:00 PM, Blogger jean-pierre said...

I'm glad that Jennie was realizing this and also that one more soul is moving consciously in this way.

Do you or Jennie know about Slim Coleman and the movement to empower the homeless in the Wilson Avenue area of New Town?

How are the various institutions and organizations which purport to care for the homeless?

I was homeless and unemployed in Chicago, and more often underemployed, and often still homeless. I am grateful there were compassionate people in the Windy City, the “City that Works.”

I love Chicago.

But I was a flea
on the Broad Shoulders,
and was brushed off
without an afterthought.

 

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