Voodoo Chile - Leslie West

Well I stand up next to a mountain

I chop it down with the edge of my hand

Well I stand next to a mountain

I chop it down with the edge of my hand

I pick up all the tiny pieces and make an island

Might even raise just a little sand — Yeah

'Cause I’m a Voodoo Child

God knows I’m a Voodoo Child

I didn’t mean to take up all your sweet time

I’ll give it back one of these days

I said I hate to take up all your sweet time

I’ll give it back one of these days

And if I don’t see you no more in this world

I’ll meet you on the next one

But don’t be late

Don’t be late

'Cause I’m a Voodoo Child

God knows I’m a Voodoo Child