The Atlantic Coastal Line Songtext
von Hank Snow

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 box car
Smoke cigarettes butts and used cigars
Ridin′ the Atlantic coastal line

Hear that lonesome whistle whine
Smell like tar from a Georgia pine
See that big moon roll above
This hobo 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 old 'bo ain′t a worried man
The morning sun greets me with a 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 like tar from a Georgia pine
See that great big moon above
This hobo life is a life I love
Ridin′ the Atlantic coastal line
Ridin′ the Atlantic coastal line