Atlantic Coastal Line

Everybody calls me Bo I got no money but I hoe my row Some folks say I'm just a no good kind But I can ride for miles in ol' boxcar Smoke cigarette butts and used cigars Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line Hear that lonesome whistle whine Smell that tar from the Georgia pine See that big moon roll above This hobo's life is the life I love Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line Well I had me a woman in Albany But her rowdy ways 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 Caroline Florida Georgia Tennessee This hobo's life is the life for me Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line I make my coffee in a can But this hobo ain't a worried man Mornin' sun greets me with a 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 tar from the Georgia pine See that great big moon above This hobo's life is the 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