Atlantic Coastal Line Lyrics - Hank Snow

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