From Streaming To The Stage: How Music Discovery Is Changing Concert Culture
Sasha Mednikova - 28 Aug 2026
Hopkins Lightning Smokes Like 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
