Dancing with Mr. D — The Rolling Stones

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Intro: play 4x's - (also, during verses)
E ----------------------------------------
B ----------------------------------------
G --------------7-----------------7-------
D --------------7--5--------------7-------
A --------5--7--------------5--7----------
E --5--8--------------5--8----------------

Verse: (other guitar plays opening riff)

 A            C             A            C
Down in the graveyard where we have our tryst,
     A          C          A          C
The air smells sweet, the air smells sick.
A         C           A            C
He never smiles, his mouth merely twists,
      A           C            A           C
The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick.
    A            C               A      C
But I know his name, he's called Mister D.
     A            C               A       C
And one of these days he's gonna set you free.
  A     C                 A               C
Human skulls is hangin' right 'round his neck,
     A           C         A        C
The palms of my hands is clammy and wet.
Chorus:
                A        G       C          A
   Lord, I was dancin', dancin' dancin' so free,
    A        G        C          A
   Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free.
    A        G               C        A
   Dancin', Lord, keep your hands off me,
    A            G        C  A
   Dancin' with Mister D.,
   A            A  G  C  A
   With Mr. D.,
   A            A  G  C  A
   With Mr. D.
Verse:
Will it be poison, put in my glass,
Will it be slow or will it be fast?
The bite of a snake, the sting of a spider,
A drink of Belladonna on a Toussaint night.
Hiding in a corner in New York City,
Lookin' down a forty four in West Virginia.
chorus

Verse:
One night I was dancin' with a lady in black,
Wearin' black silk gloves and a black silk hat.
She looked at me longin' with black velvet eyes,
She gazed at me strange all cunning and wise.
Then I saw the flesh just fall off her bones,
The eyes in her skull was burning like coals.
Lord, have mercy, fire and brimstone.
I was dancin' with Misses D.
Chorus:
  Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free,
I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free.
Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free.
Dancin', dancin'...

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