Voodoo Chile — 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 Im a voodoo child

God knows Im a voodoo child



I didnt mean to take up all your sweet time,

Ill give it back one of these days

I said I hate to take up all your sweet time

Ill give it back one of these days

And if I dont see you no more in this world

Ill meet you on the next one

But dont be late,

Dont be late



cos Im a voodoo child

God knows Im a voodoo child