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,