Текст Jimi Hendrix – Voodoo Chile Blues
Текст:
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 cryin’, she said «The gypsy was right!»
And she fell right dead.
And she fell right dead.
Hey, and he said «Fly on, fly on!», ’cause I’m a voodoo chile, baby
voodoo chile.
