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