Voodoo Chile Blues

'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 because i'm a voodoo chile, baby
voodoo chile