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