Voodoo Chile Blues

I'm a vooodoo chile
Lord i'm a voodoo chile
Yeah
I'm 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 beacause i'm a voodoo chile, baby
Voodoo chile