Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free,
dancin', dancin', dancin' so free.
Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me,
dancin' with Mister D., with Mister D., with Mister 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.
I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free,
dancin', dancin', dancin' so free.
Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me,
dancin' with Mister D., with Mister D., with Mister D.
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'.