Well, I'm a voodoo chile
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Lord I'm a voodoo chile
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Well, the night I was born
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Lord I swear the moon turned a fire red
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The night I was born
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I swear the moon turned a fire red
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Well my poor mother cried out lord, the gypsy was right!
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And I seen her fell down right dead
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(Have mercy)
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Well, mountain lions found me there waitin
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And set me on a eagles back
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Well, mountain lions found me there,
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And set me on a eagles wing
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(its the eagles wing, baby, what did I say)
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He took me past to the outskirts of infinity,
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And when he brought me back,
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He gave me a venus witchs ring
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Hey!
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And he said fly on, fly on
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Because I'm a voodoo chile, baby, voodoo chile
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Hey!
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Well, I make love to you,
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And lord knows you'll feel no pain
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Say, I make love to you in your sleep,
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And lord knows you felt no pain
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(Have mercy)
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Cause I'm a million miles away
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And at the same time I'm right here in your picture frame
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(Yeah! what did I say now)
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Cause I'm a voodoo chile
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Lord knows I'm a voodoo chile
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Well my arrows are made of desire
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From far away as jupiters sulphur mines
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Say my arrows are made of desire, desire
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From far away as jupiters sulphur mines
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(Way down by the methabe sea, yeah)
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I have a humming bird and it hums so loud,
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You think you were losing your mind, hmmm...
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Well I float in liquid gardens
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And arizona new red sand
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(Yeah)
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I float in liquid gardens
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Way down in arizona red sand
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Well, I taste the honey from a flower named blue,
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Way down in california
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And the n new york drowns as we hold hands
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'Cause I'm a voodoo chile
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Lord knows I'm a voodoo chile
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Yeah!
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Voodoo Chile
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| Steve Winwood |
