Lyrics The Atlantic Coastal Line - Charley Pride

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 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 this hobo 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 great big moon above this 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