G#5                 F#5            B5
Where do bad folks go when they die
     G#5                            C#5      B5
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
     G#5                 F#5       B5
They go to the lake of fire and fry
      C#5                      F#5         G#5
Won't see 'em again 'til the fourth of July


G#5  -  F#5  G#5

G#5  -  F#5  G#5

    Eb5                B5
Now I knew a lady who came from Duluth
       Eb5                 Bb5
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
    Eb5                       B5
She went to her grave just a little too soon
    C#5                      Eb5
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