(Sam 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  Po' Lightnin' sinking by degree  By degree