King Of The Road by Roger Miller "You know, it's funny. One night in a motel in Phoenix, Arizona, I wrote 'Dang Me' in just four minutes. It took me six weeks to write 'King of the Road.' I was driving from Davenport, Iowa, to Chicago, and somewhere along the way I saw a sign on the road which read, Trailers for Sale or Rent,' and for some reason that phrase stuck in my mind. It wasn't until later, in Boise, Idaho, that i really sat down and made something out of it, . . . although I had to induce labor to get it completed. I got stuck after the first verse, so i went out to a Boise store and bought a statuette of a hobo. I sat and stared at it until the rest of the tune came to me." —Roger Miller (as quoted in Billboard and the Nashville Banner) King Of The Road Trailer for sale or rent Rooms to let 50 cents No phone, no pool, no pets I ain't got no cigarettes 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. Third box car, 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 the children and all of their means And every hand-out in every town And every lock that ain't locked When no one's around I sing Trailer for sale or rent Room to let 50 cents . . . Buy the song King Of The Road