Jimi Hendrix
Miscellaneous
Voodoo Chile Blues
I'm a voodoo chile, lord I'm a voodoo chile.
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.

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