Jimi Hendrix
Well, I asked my friend, "Where is that black smoke coming from?" He just coughed and changed the subject and said, "Oh, I think it might snow some"
So I left him sipping his tea and I jumped in my chariot And rode off to see just why and who could it be this time Sisters and brothers, daddies, mothers standing 'round crying When I reached the scene, the flames were making a ghostly whine
So I stood on my horse's back and I screamed without a crack I say, "Oh baby, why'd you burn your brother's house down?"