Gypsy woman to my mother said,
When I was born,
The clouds were all torn,
And the sky was red.
She said your pretty lil' son
Aint got no man's soul.
She said that what she saw,
Must just have been gone.
Well I've got no man's soul
But I'm the voodoo child.
Where I'm from's so wild,
But I know what fire stands for a good bowl.
