Voodoo chile blues
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
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