The Atlantic Coastal Line

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

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

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

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

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

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