Voodoo Child

Well, I stand up next to a mountain
I chop it down with the edge of my hand
Well, I stand up next to a mountain
And I chop it down with the edge of my hand

I pick up all the pieces
And make an island
Might even raise a little sand
Yeah, cause I'm a voodoo child
Lord knows I'm a voodoo child, baby

I didn't mean
To take up all your sweet time
I'm gonna write back to you
One of these days

I said I didn't mean
To take up all your sweet time
Write back one of these days

If I don't meet you no more in this world
Then I'll meet you in the next one
And don't be late
Don't be late

'Cause I'm a voodoo child, voodoo child
Lord knows I'm a voodoo child, baby
I'm a voodoo chilld, baby
I don't take no for an answer
Question no