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TUMBLING DICE- The Rolling Stones
  TUNING: D A D F# A D
 
  Women think I'm tasty but they're always tryin' to waste me
  And make me burn the candle right down                                        But baby, baby, I don't need no jewels in my crown
  Cos all you women is low down gamblers Cheatin like I don't know how But baby, baby, there's fever in the funkhouse now
  This low down bitchin' got my poor feet aitchin' You know, you know the deuce is still wild Baby, I can't stay
  You got to roll me                     And call me the tumbling dice
  Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry Do you see the time flashing by Honey, got no money, I'm all sixes, sevens and nines
  Say now, baby, I'm the rank outsider You can be my partner in crime But baby, I can't stay             You got to roll me and call me the tumbling                                  Roll me and call me the tumbling dice
  Oh my my my, I'm the lone crap shooter Playin' in the field every night Baby, can't stay            You got to roll me and call me the tumbling                                 Roll me and call me the tumbling dice    Got to roll me    Got to roll me ...
  CHORDS: D: 0 0 0 0 0 0   A: 5 5 5 5 5 5  B: 7 7 7 7 7 7
 
 
 
 
 
  If you just want the intro, it is :
 
  _1_/s__3_\s__1____1______1______
  -3-----5-----3----1------1------
  -0-----------------------2/0--7/5
  ----------------------pull--release
  -----------------------off----bend-
  -----------------------------------
 
  Note: s = slide, This is standard tuning transcription
 
 
 
  Tumbling Dice The Rolling Stones
  key: B with capo on the fourth fret ('open G' tuning)
  intro (f#) |--------------------|-------------| (D#) |-3------------------|-0-----------| (B)  |-2-h4-p2-0-2--------|-0-----------| (F#) |-----------2-p0-----|-0-----------| (B)  |----------------4-2-|-0-----------|
 
  women think i'm tasty
  but they're always try'in to waste me
  and make me burn the candle right down    but ba--by...    ba--by...                              i don't need no jewels in my crown
  'cause all you women is low down gamblers cheat'in like i don't know how but baby... baby... there's fever in the funkhouse now
  this low down bitchin' got my poor feet aitchin' you know  you know the deuce is still wild baby... i can't stay...
  you got to roll me
  and call me the tumbling dice
  Always in a hurry i never stop to worry don't you see the time flashing by honey... got no money... i'm all sixes sevens and nines
  say now, baby i'm the rank outsider you can be my partner in crime but baby... i can't stay...
  you got to roll me
  and call me the tumbling
  roll me
  and call me the tumbling dice
  oh my my my i'm the lone crap shooter playin' in the field every night baby... can't stay... you got to roll me and call me the tumbling roll me
  and call me the tumbling dice           got to roll me           got to roll me...
  etc...
 
 
  Have fun...
  Mopper, who is still working on his cool sig-file
  
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