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

[ piano ]

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

[ guitar ]

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