Gm F Bb Where do bad folks go when they die? Gm C5 Bb They don't go to heaven where the angels fly Gm F Bb They go down to the lake of fire and fry C F Gm Gm F G F G5 Won't see 'em again till the fourth of july
Dm Bb 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 Dsus2 And she flew away howling on the yellow moon
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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