Atlantic Coastal Line Lyrics

Everybody calls me bo I got no money but I hold my row Some folks say I'm just a no good guy But I can ride for miles in old boxcar smoke cigarettes butts and used cigars Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line Hear that lonesome whistle whine smell that perfume of Georgia pines See that big moon roll above this hobo's life is a life I love Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line Well I had me a woman in Albany but a rowdy way's made a wreck of me And 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 Hear that lonesome whistle whine Alabama and Caroline Florida Georgia Tennessee a hobo's life is a life for me Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line I make my coffee in a can but this bo ain't 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 Hear that lonesome whistle whine smell that perfume of Georgia pines See that big moon roll above this hobo's life is a life I love Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line