Where do bad folks go when they die?
They dont go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake out of fire and fry
Wont see them again till the fourth of July
I knew a lady who came from Duluth
She got bitten by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
And flew away howling on the yellow moon
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They dont go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake out of fire and fry
Wont see them again till the fourth of July
Now the people cry and the people moan
They look for a dry place to call their home
And try to find some place to rest their bones
While the angels and the devils try to make them their own
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They dont go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake out of fire and fry
Wont see them again till the fourth of July
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