The Atlantic Coastal Line Charley Pride

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[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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
There ain't one woman gonna tie me down
Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line

[Chorus]
Hear that lonesome whistle whine
Alabama and Caroline, Florida, Georgia, Tennessee
This hobo's life is a life for me
Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line
Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line