Hank Snow
The Atlantic Coastal Line
Everybody calls me bo I got no money but I hold my rowSome folks say I'm just a no good guyBut I can ride for miles in old boxcar smoke cigarettes butts and used cigarsRidin' the Atlantic Coastal LineHear that lonesome whistle whine smell that perfume of Georgia pinesSee that big moon roll above this hobo's life is a life I loveRidin' the Atlantic Coastal Line ridin' the Atlantic Coastal LineWell I had me a woman in Albany but a rowdy way's made a wreck of meAnd I had to get away before I lost my mindBut as long as this rattler takes me around there ain't one woman gonna tie me downRidin' the Atlantic Coastal LineHear that lonesome whistle whine Alabama and CarolineFlorida Georgia Tennessee a hobo's life is a life for meRidin' the Atlantic Coastal Line ridin' the Atlantic Coastal LineI make my coffee in a can but this bo ain't worried manMorning sun greets me with the shineI go south when the trade winds blow and I go north where there ain't no snowRidin' the Atlantic Coastal LineHear that lonesome whistle whine smell that perfume of Georgia pinesSee that big moon roll above this hobo's life is a life I loveRidin' the Atlantic Coastal Line ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line
From Letras Mania