Title: Honey In Your Hips
Subtitle:
Artist: Eric Clapton
Album:
Author: Eric Clapton
Copyright:
Tabled by: Claudio
Instructions:
Notices:
Tempo: 220 BPM
Tracks: 1
Instruments:
Bars: 113

Lyric

Well, I'm a voodoo chile
Lord I'm a voodoo chile

On the night I was born
Lord I swear the moon turned a fire red
On the night I was born
I swear the moon turned a fire red
Well my poor mother cried out "lord, the gypsy was right!"
And I seen her fell down right dead

The mountain lions found me there waitin'
And set me on a eagles wing
The mountain lions found me there waitin'
And set me on a eagles wing
They met me on the outskirts of infinity,
And when she came back,
He gave me a Venus witch's ring
And he said "Fly on, fly on, fly on, fly on"
Because I'm a voodoo chile

Say, I make love to you in your sleep,
And lord knows you'll feel no pain
Say, I make love to you in your sleep,
And lord knows you felt no pain
I'm a million miles away
And at the same time I'm right here in your picture frame
Yeah!
'Cause I'm a voodoo chile
Lord knows I'm a voodoo chile Yeah!

Well my arrows are made of desire
From far away as Jupiter's sulphur mines
well my arrows are made of desire, desire
From Jupiter's far away sulphur mines
I have a humming bird and it hums so loud,
And you think you were losing your mind

I float in liquid gardens
And Arizona’s new red sand
I float in liquid gardens
And Arizona’s new red sand

I taste the honey from a flower named Blue,
And the New York drowns as we hold hands

I'm a voodoo chile
Lord knows I'm a voodoo chile
Yeah!
Yeah