Smokes Like Lightning — текст песни (Hopkins Lightning)

(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