(Mel Tillis - Fred Burch)      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.      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.      Well, I had me a woman in Albany   But her 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.      Hear that lonesome whistle whine   Alabama and Caroline   Florida, Georgia, Tennessee   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 this hobo ain't worried man   Morning sun greets me with the 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 that perfume of Georgia pines   See that great big moon above   This hobo's life is a life I love   Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line   Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line.      Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line.   Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line...