Gm F B
Where do bad folks go when they die?
Gm Cm B
They don’t go to heaven where the angels fly
Gm F B
They go down to the lake of fire and fry
C F Gm
Won’t see ’em again till the fourth of july
Dm B
I knew a lady who came from duluth
Dm A
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
Dm B
She went to her grave just a little too soon
C Dm Dsus2
And she flew away howling on the yellow moon
Chorus
Now the people cry and the people moan
And they look for a dry place to call their home
And try to find some place to rest their bones
While the angels and the devils
Fight to claim them for their own
Chorus
