G#                 F#            B
Where do bad folks go when they die
     G#                            C#      B
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
     G#                 F#       B
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# ) (2x)

    Ebm                B
Now I knew a lady who came from Duluth
       Ebm                 Bb
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
    Ebm                       B
She went to her grave just a little too soon
    C#                      Ebm
and flew away howlin' on a yellow moon

(refrão)

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