a i'm vooodoo chile
Lord Im a voodoo chile
Yeah
Im 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
Hey
And I said fly on
Fly on because Im a voodoo chile, baby
Voodoo chile