Voodoo Chile (Jimi Hendrix) — текст песни (Ben Harper)

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

`Cos 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

`Cos I`m a Voodoo Child
God knows I`m a Voodoo Child