Lyric 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.