Voodoo Chile Blues

m a vooodoo chile

Lord Im a voodoo chile

Yeah

Im not sayin

The night I was born

Lord, the moon turned a fire red

I said the night I was born

The moon turned a fire red

My poor mother cried

She said the gypsy was right

And I she fell right dead

Right on the floor there

Hey

And I said fly on

Fly on because Im a voodoo chile, baby

Voodoo chile