[Verse 1] Everybody calls me Bo I got no money but I hold my row Some folks say Im 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 [Chorus] Hear that lonesome whistle whine Smell that perfume of Georgia pines See that big moon roll above hobos life is a life I love Ridin the Atlantic Coastal Line Ridin the Atlantic Coastal Line [Verse 2] Well I had me a woman in Albany But a rowdy ways 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 aint one woman gonna tie me down Ridin the Atlantic Coastal Line [Chorus] Hear that lonesome whistle whine Alabama and Caroline, Florida, Georgia, Tennessee This hobos life is a life for me Ridin the Atlantic Coastal Line Ridin the Atlantic Coastal Line [Verse 3] I make my coffee in a can But this old Bo aint a worried man Morning sun greets me with the shine I go south when the trade winds blow And I go north where there aint no snow Ridin the Atlantic Coastal Line [Chorus] Hear that lonesome whistle whine Smell that carton with Georgia pine See that great big moon above Rhis hobos 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
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