"The Atlantic Coastal Line" lyrics

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

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

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