Atlantic Coastal Line

(Mel Tillis - Fred Burch)



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 her 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...