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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# G# - F# G# 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 -repete o 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
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
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