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Date: Wed, 08 Apr 1998 09:45:29 PDT
From: DON CZAR
Subject: r/rolling_stones/dancing_with_mister_d.crd
SONG: DANCING WITH MR. D
ARTIST: ROLLING STONES
ALBUM: GOATS HEAD SOUP
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
E-MAIL: [email protected]
DANCING WITH MR. D
ROLLING STONES
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’. — fade out
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