Well, I stand
up next to a mountain.
And I chop it down with the edge of my
hand.
Well, I stand up next to a mountain.
Chop it down with the
edge of my hand.
Well, I pick up all the pieces and make an
island.
Might even raise just a little sand.
'Cause I'm a voodoo
child.
Lord knows I'm a voodoo child.
I didn't mean to take you
up all your sweet time.
I'll give it right back to you one of these
days.
I said.
I didn't mean to take you up all your sweet
time.
I'll give it right back to you one of these days.
And if I
don't meet you no more in this world.
Then I'll, I'll meet you in the
next one.
And don't be late, don't be late.
'Cause I'm a voodoo
child.
Lord knows I'm a voodoo child.
I'm a voodoo
child.
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Voodoo Chile
Well, I'm a voodoo
chile.
Lord I'm a voodoo chile.
Well, the night I was
born.
Lord I swear the moon turned a fire red.
The night I was
born.
I swear the moon turned a fire red.
Well my poor mother cried
out.
"lord, the gypsy was right!".
And I seen her, fell down right
dead.
(Have mercy).
Well, mountain lions found me there
waitin'.
And set me on a eagles back.
Well, mountain lions found me
there.
And set me on a eagles wing.
(Its' the eagles wing, baby,
what did I say).
He took me past to the outskirts of infinity.
And
when he brought me back.
He gave me a venus witch's
ring.
Hey!.
And he said "Fly on, fly on".
Because I'm a voodoo
chile, yeah, voodoo chile.
Hey!.
Well, I make love to
you.
And lord knows you'll feel no pain.
Say, I make love to you in
your sleep.
And lord knows you felt no pain.
(Have mercy).
'Cause
I'm a million miles away.
And at the same time I'm right here in your
picture frame.
(Yeah! What did I say now).
'Cause I'm a voodoo
chile.
Lord knows, I'm a voodoo chile.
(yeah!).
Well my
arrows are made of desire.
From far away as Jupiter's sulphur
mines.
Say my arrows are made of desire, desire.
From far away as
Jupiter's sulphur mines.
(Way down by the Methane Sea, yeah).
I have
a humming bird and it hums so loud.
You think you were losing your
mind, hmmm...
Well I float in liquid gardens.
And Arizona new
red sand.
(Yeah).
I float in liquid gardens.
Way down in Arizona
red sand.
Well, I taste the honey from a flower named Blue.
Way
down in California.
And the in New York drowns as we hold
hands.
'Cause I'm a voodoo chile.
Lord knows I'm a voodoo
chile.