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 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