diumenge, 9 de gener del 2011

Un viajero esteta cuyo hogar es la carretera

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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.
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 the children, all of their names
and every handout in every town.
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.
Ah but, two hours of pushin' broom buys a eight by twelve four-bit room.

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