Smokes Like Lightning 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