i owe my own
little voodoo chile
sometime we go wrong
but mostly it's wild
my boy is so hot
like jimi - in a way
that when he come as near me
i want him to stay
he have per of dimples
that melt ice cream con
i know it seem simple
but I'm not that strong
that air in the sunset
is heavy and thick
and jimi, you bet
he'll go with them deep
i owe my own
little purple haze guy
sometime he's upset
and then he and i
are riding the soul train
to heaven and back
my hendrix, my man
and big bag of drugs.
to my little hendrix / brazil |