{Yeah, ha, ha, ha, ha
Oh, it wasn't that bad, was it?
Y'all goin' to his show
Yeah}
I'm a searching soul
I'm a lonely man walkin' down to the crossroads
Wake up on a Sunday mornin'
Heard a voice in my head
He's tellin' me lies, he's tryin' to take me by surprise
Tryin' to take me down before I'm dead
Oh, down that Voodoo Highway
Oh, down that wicked road
Oh, down that Voodoo Highway
Poor old son, gonna find out the hard way, oh, yes he is now
Mojo man, ring my doorbell
Tell me somethin' what you need
I ain't gonna sign on no dotted line, no sir
Might as well make me bleed
Oh, I'll take my chance on Voodoo Highway
Oh, goin' down, down, down
Oh listen, I never joke a fool
Don't you know, I was born to fly down Voodoo Highway?
Ah, don't you mess with me, boy
I was born to fly
Down on Voodoo Highway, Highway, Highway
Aw, don't try to steal my soul