The Atlantic Coastal Line

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Everybody calls me Bo I got no money but I hold my row Some folks say I'm just a no good kind But I can ride for miles in old boxcar Smoke cigarettes butts and used cigars Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line [Chorus] Hear that lonesome whistle whine Smell that perfume of Georgia pines See that big moon roll above hobo's life is a life I love Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line [Verse 2] Well I had me a woman in Albany But a rowdy way's made a wreck of me I had to get away before I lost my mind But as long as this rattler takes me around There ain't one woman gonna tie me down Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line [Chorus] Hear that lonesome whistle whine Alabama and Caroline, Florida, Georgia, Tennessee This hobo's life is a life for me Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line [Verse 3] I make my coffee in a can But this old Bo ain't a worried man Morning sun greets me with the shine I go south when the trade winds blow And I go north where there ain't no snow Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line [Chorus] Hear that lonesome whistle whine Smell that carton with Georgia pine See that great big moon above Rhis hobo's life is a life I love Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line