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