(Sam (Lightnin') Hopkins)
Whoa, it smoke like lightnin', yeah but shine like gold
Don't you hear me talking pretty baby,
Smoke like lightnin', yeah but shine like gold
Yeah you know I see my little fair one,
Lying there on a cooling bowl
Yes I see the hearse one morning backed up to our door
Don't you hear me talking?
Soon one morning, backed up to our door
Well you know I could see my little baby,
Lying there on a cooling bowl
Well my baby died and left me,
Laid her on a cooling bowl
Yes she died and she left me,
They laid her on a cooling bowl
Well they said, Lightnin' she's gone and left you now boy,
You will never see her smiling face no more
Well it was sad...
Well I followed my baby, followed my baby,
Down to her burying ground
Well I followed my baby, followed her,
Down to her burying ground
Yeah it didn't hurt me so bad till I'd seen,
Poor miss when they let her down
You know I done lost my little fair one,
I guess the next thing will be me
I done lost my little fair one,
I guess the next thing will be me
Whoa, I ain't dead, no boys,
But po' Lightnin' sinking by degree
*degree