B7        C#m      G#m         D#m
The Edison Museum, not open to the public
    B7             C#m    G#m           D#m
Its haunted towers rise into the clouds above it
G#m                 C#m
Folks drive in from out of town
   D#m                         G#m
To gaze in amazement when they see it

[Verse 1]
B                 E     B                E
Just outside the gate I look into the courtyard
B      E                 B      E
Underneath the gathering thunderstorm
B                E       B                E
Through the iron bars, I see the Black Mariah
  B       E             D#m G#m
Revolving slowly on its platform
F#             B        C#m   D#m   G#m
In the topmost tower, a light burns dim
  F#      B        C#m  D#m     G#m
A coiling filament glowing within

[Chorus 2]
    B7       C#m   G#m             D#m
The Edison Museum, once a bustling factory
  B7           C#m              G#m             D#m
Today is but a darkened, cobweb covered hive of industry
    G#m             C#m
The tallest, widest and most famous
D#m                    G#m
Haunted mansion in New Jersey

[Verse 2]
B               E         B               E
Behind a wooden door, the voice of Thomas Alva
B          E        B    E
Recites a poem on a phonograph
B                   E           B             E
Ghosts float up the stair, like silent moving pictures
    B     E               D#m      G#m
The loyal phantoms of his in-house staff
  F#                B         C#m D#m   G#m
A wondrous place it is, there can be no doubt
    F#               B       C#m    D#m       G#m
But no one ever goes in, and no one ever goes out

[Chorus 3]
   B7                 C#m         G#m              D#m
So when your children quarrel and nothing seems to quell them
B7                    C#m              G#m      D#m
Tell them that you'll take them to the Edison Museum
    G#m         C#m
The largest independently owned
    D#m           G#m
And operated mausoleum