Lyrics
[verse]
Got a bedroll and a rusty old guitar,
Sleeping underneath the northbound star.
Trade a few chores for a bite to eat,
Call every gravel road my own retreat.
[chorus]
I'm the king of the road, though I don't own a thing,
Free as the whistle when the boxcars sing.
No rent to pay, no boss to answer to,
Just me, the highway, and the morning dew.
[verse]
Made some friends in every railyard town,
Traded stories when the sun went down.
Got a dollar in my pocket, that's enough for me,
Rich in ways that money'll never be.
[chorus]
I'm the king of the road, though I don't own a thing,
Free as the whistle when the boxcars sing.
No rent to pay, no boss to answer to,
Just me, the highway, and the morning dew.
[bridge]
Some folks chase the clock and the corner office chair,
I just chase the sunset blowing through my hair.
Maybe I got nothing, but I got it all,
Standing tall on gravel when the freight trains call.
[chorus]
I'm the king of the road, though I don't own a thing,
Free as the whistle when the boxcars sing.
No rent to pay, no boss to answer to,
Just me, the highway, and the morning dew.
