
You know that feeling when a song just takes you back in time, painting vivid pictures with every note? That’s exactly what “King of the Road” does for me. It’s like hopping onto a boxcar and journeying through the simple joys of a wanderer’s life. Roger Miller somehow managed to wrap freedom, humor, and a touch of melancholy all into this one tune.
I remember the first time I heard it—my foot started tapping almost instantly. There’s this carefree spirit about the song that makes you want to throw caution to the wind and explore the open road. It’s not just about being a hobo or drifting aimlessly; it’s about finding contentment in the little things and embracing life’s unpredictability.
What I love most is how Miller paints such a clear picture with his lyrics. Without needing fancy words or complex melodies, he brings to life the story of someone who has nothing yet feels like they have everything. It’s a gentle reminder that wealth isn’t always about money but about experiences and freedom.
Did you know that when it was released in 1965, it became an instant hit and even crossed over into pop charts? It’s fascinating how a country song about a nomadic lifestyle resonated with so many people from different walks of life. Maybe it’s because, deep down, we all crave a bit of that unshackled freedom
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Lyrics
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.