Voodoo Chile Blues

I`m a voodoo chile, lord I`m a voodoo chile. Yeah. The night I was born, lord the moon stood a fire red. Said the night I was born, the moon turned a fire red. My poor mother her cryin`, she said "The gypsy was right!" And she fell right dead. Hey, and he said "Fly on, fly on!", `cause I`m a voodoo chile, baby voodoo chile.