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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. 
       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. 
      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. 
      Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free, 
      I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free. 
      Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free. 
      Dancin', dancin'. -- fade out

TheRollingStones-Music - All Rights Reserved Sylvain Dollé.

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