Voodoo Child

Well, I'm standing next to a mountain, chop it down with the edge of my hand

 Well, I'm standing next to a mountain, chop it down with the edge of my hand

 Pick up all the pieces, 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

 Give it right back to you one of these days

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

 Give it right back to you the rest of my days

 

 I won't see you again in this world, see you in the next one

 Don't be late, don't be late

 

 'Cause I'm a voodoo chile yeah, Lord knows I'm a voodoo chile