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