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