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
——Guitar Solo——