chorus
G F Bb
Where do bad folks go when they die
G C Bb
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
G F Bb
They go to the lake of fire and fry
C F G
Won't see 'em again 'til the fourth of July
G - F G
G - F G
Dm Bb
Now I knew a lady who came from Duluth
Dm A
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
Dm Bb
She went to her grave just a little too soon
C Dm
and flew away howlin' on a yellow moon
-repeat chorus-
Now people howl and people moan
and look for a dry place to call their own
and try to find somewhere to rest their bones
for the angels and the devil fight to make 'em their own
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