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——
[00:08.871]I'm a voodoo chile, lord I'm a voodoo chile [00:32.469]Yeah [01:14.621]The night I was born, [01:18.888]Lord the moon stood a fire red [01:31.698]Said the night I was born, [01:38.222]the moon turned a fire red [01:47.761]My poor mother her crying, [01:54.276]she said "The gypsy was right!" [01:55.780]And she fell right dead [02:06.581]Hey, and he said "Fly on, fly on!", [02:16.113]because I'm a voodoo chile, baby [02:22.131]Voodoo chile [02:26.906]——Guitar Solo——
