Smokestack Lightnin’ (version two) Lyrics

Stars of stage, screen and radio
Direct from a command performance in New Orleans
These are the Grateful Dead

Whoa-oh, smokestack lightning
Shining just like gold
Why can′t you hear me cryin'?
Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh

Whoa-oh, stop your train
Let a hobo ride
Why can′t you hear me cryin'?
Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh

Whoa-oh, fare you well
I'll never see you, you no more
Why don′t you hear me cryin′?
Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh

Whoa-oh, who's got your baby sister?
I been gone
A little bitty boy
Turn me on, ooh-ooh
Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh

Whoa-oh, stop your train
Let a poor boy ride
Why can′t you hear me callin'?
Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh, ooh

Came back to your baby sister
Ah-ooh
Got to ride that train
Ah-ooh

Take boys, they′re smokin'
Get her out of town
Alright
Ah-ooh
Ooh-ooh

Whoa-oh, fare you well
I never see you no more
Why can′t you hear me cryin'?
Ooh, ah-ooh
Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh

Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh
Hear me cryin'
Hear me cryin′
Ah-ooh
Ooh-ooh

Ah-ooh, ooh
Ah-ooh
Hear me cryin′
Mm-mm, let that smokestack lightnin'
Let that smokestack lightnin′
Ah-ooh
Oh, Lord

Thank you