Текст (слова) песни: Charley Pride - Atlantic Coastal Line
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 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 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
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