| Down in the graveyard where we have our tryst | 
| The air smells sweet, the air smells sick | 
| He never smiles, his mouth merely twists | 
| The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick | 
| But I know his name, he’s called Mr. D. | 
| And one of these days he’s gonna set you free | 
| Human skulls is hangin’right 'round his neck | 
| The palms of my hands is clammy and wet | 
| Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin’so free | 
| Dancin', dancin', dancin’so free | 
| Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me Dancin’with Mr. D., with Mr. D., 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 fourty-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 Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. 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 Mrs. D. | 
| Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin’so free | 
| I was dancin', dancin', dancin’so free | 
| Dancin', dancin', dancin’so free | 
| Dancin', dancin' |