Down by a Western water tank, one cold December day In a bottom of an empty car, a dying hobo lay He had a girl in yonder's town, she dressed of silk so fine When she heard that poor old George was dead, she laid her silk aside "Oh mother, oh mother, let his coffin lay back, and lay his saddle aside So that I can kiss his sweet pale lips, well I know he'll never kiss mine." The longest train I ever saw was on the Georgy line The engine passed at six-fifteen, the cab rolled by at nine Look up, look down this lonesome road, hang down your head and cry I see a dove in yonder's hill, she flies from pine to pine She's moaning for her own true love, and why can't I moan for mine? The longest train I ever saw was on the Georgy line The engine passed at six-fifteen, the cab rolled by at nine Look up, look down this lonesome road, hang down your head and cry