Flatt & Scruggs - The Atlantic Coastal Line lyrics

Now everybody calls me Bo I got no money but all my row Some folks say I'm just a no good kind I can ride for miles in an old boxcar smoke cigarettes bu*ts and used cigars Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line Hear that lonesome whistle whine spell that part from the Georgia pine See that great big moon above hobo's life is a life I love Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line ( ac.guitar ) 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 ain't one woman gonna tie me down Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line Hear that lonesome whistle whine Alabam and Caroline Florida Georgia and Tennessee hobo's life is a life for me Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line Now make my coffee in a can this ol' boy ain't worried man The morning sun greets me with a shine I go south where the trade winds blows I go north where there ain't no snow Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line Hear that lonesome... Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line