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 By degree