Hell In A Handbag

Intro 
  sl. 
 / C 


 
         C                        A 
My mama told me that you've been lonely 
     D 
Well me, I ain't surprised, you were never really nice 
              C                A 
You're always so mean, like a mad, mad bee 
Dm 
Man, your words could sting 
              G 
Till someone finally clipped your wings 

           F                 G 
Now you're on a first-class flight 
         F            G 
To your southern paradise 
 

 
                 C 
You're goin' to hell in a handbag, and I bet you that shit's cheap 
 C 
Where you made your bed, babe, you'll be sweatin' in your sleep 
           F 
While I'm hangin' up in heaven, sleepin' sound in my silk sheets 
           C 
You'll be beggin' to the devil for a little sympathy 
         G 
But the good Lord knows how cruel, cruel you were to me 

You're goin' to hell in a handbag 
                           C     C 
And I bet you that shit's cheap 
 

 
            C                       A7 
I could forget you, but I can't forgive you 
       Dm 
No, I don't lose sleep at night 
          G 
But if I see you, it's on sight 

            C                 A7 
And if you don't change your tone and tune 
          Dm 
I'll give you a parting gift 
         G 
A black eye and a split lip 

 F                     G 
Babe, you pushed your luck 
         F                 G 
And God said, "She's had enough" 
 

 
                 C 
You're goin' to hell in a handbag, and I bet you that shit's cheap (that's cheap) 
 C 
Where you made your bed, babe, you'll be sweatin' in your sleep 
           F 
While I'm hangin' up in heaven, sleepin' sound in my silk sheets 
           C 
You'll be beggin' to the devil for a little sympathy 
         G 
But the good Lord knows how cruel, cruel you were to me 

You're goin' to hell in a handbag 
                           C 
And I bet you that shit's cheap  


{Instrumenal/Solo} 
F   C   G   G 
F   C   G   C 


 
         F                    G 
Well, I hope you brought your SPF 
               F            G 
'Cause you're gonna burn today 
 

 
                 C 
You're goin' to hell in a handbag, and I bet you that shit's cheap 
 C 
Where you made your bed, babe, you'll be sweatin' in your sleep 
           F 
While I'm hangin' up in heaven, sleepin' sound in my silk sheets 
           C 
You'll be beggin' to the devil for a little sympathy 
         G 
But the good Lord knows how cruel, cruel you were to me 
 

Outro 
                 G 
You're goin' to hell in a handbag 
                           C 
And I bet you that shit's cheap 
                 G 
You're goin' to hell in a handbag 
       F       G           C 
And I bet you that shit's cheap