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'...