Jimi Hendrix — Voodoo Chile Blues

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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 crying, she said «The gypsy was right!»
And she fell right dead
Hey, and he said «Fly on, fly on!», because I’m a voodoo chile, baby
Voodoo chile