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To: goldworldnet who wrote (52)	1/21/2005 2:36:16 AM
From: goldworldnet	Respond to of 32119

King of the Road 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 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 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. * * *

To: goldworldnet who wrote (52)	1/21/2005 10:57:28 AM
From: Wharf Rat	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 32119

I was pushin’ through the crowd to get to where she’s at And I was campaign shouting like a southern diplomat NADINE I got on a city bus and found a vacant seat, I thought I saw my future bride walking up the street, I shouted to the driver hey conductor, you must slow down. I think I see her please let me off this bus Nadine, honey is that you? Oh, nadine. honey, is that you? Seems like every time I see you darling you got something else to do [alternate verse: seems like every time I catch you, Datcha you’re up to something new] I saw her from the corner when she turned and doubled back And started walkin’ toward a coffee colored cadillac I was pushin’ through the crowd to get to where she’s at And I was campaign shouting like a southern diplomat Downtown searching for her, looking all around. Saw her getting in a yellow cab heading up town. I caught a loaded taxi, paid up everybody’s tab. With a twenty dollar bill, told him ’catch that yellow cab.’ She move around like a wave of summer breeze, Go, driver, go, go, catch her balmy breeze. Moving thru the traffic like a mounted cavalier. Leaning out the taxi window trying to make her hear Chuck Berry