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 Hey, and he said, 'Fly on, fly on!' 'Cause I'm a voodoo chile, baby Voodoo chile ©1998 Experience Hendrix, L.L.C.