Voodoo Chile
Well, I stand up next to a mountain And I chop it down with the edge of my hand. Well, I stand up next to a mountain And I chop it down with the edge of my hand. I pick up all the pieces and make an island, Might even raise a little sand. Cause I'm a voodoo chile, Lord knows I'm a voodoo chile I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time, I'll give it right back to you One of these days. I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time, I'll give it right back one of these days. If I don't meet you no more in this world, I'll meet you on the next one And don't be late, Don't be late. Cause I'm a voodoo chile, Lord knows I'm a voodoo chile,