The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
The Story: All the b***h had said, all been washed in black
I saw Jimi in 69 at the Swing Auditorium in San Bernardino. He pointed at a girl and said the lyric, "might even make love in the sand..." So for years when I sang this song on stage, I pointed at girls and said the same thing. Then my Mother, who loved Hendrix, one day said, "Why are you making up the lyrics..." We had a big fight. I still think I'm right, regardless what Hendrix said... :)
7/9/2002 2:02 pm
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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