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Everybody calls me bo I got no but I hold my row
Some folks say I'm a no good guy
But I can ride for miles in old boxcar smoke cigarettes and used cigars
Ridin' the Coastal Line
Hear that whistle whine smell that perfume of Georgia pines
See that big moon roll this hobo's life is a life I love
Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line ridin' the Coastal Line
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Well I had me a woman in Albany but a way's made a wreck of me
And I had to get before I lost my mind
But as long as this rattler takes me around there ain't one woman tie me down
the Atlantic Coastal Line
Hear that lonesome whistle whine Alabama and
Florida Georgia Tennessee a hobo's is a life for me
Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line ridin' the Atlantic Line
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I my coffee in a can but this bo ain't worried man
Morning sun greets me with the
I go south when the trade blow and I go north where there ain't no snow
Ridin' the Atlantic Line
Hear that lonesome whistle whine that perfume of Georgia pines
See that big roll above this hobo's life is a life I love
Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line