Atlantic Coastal Line — текст песни (Charley Pride)

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