| Lyrics: | 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 |
