Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to alake of fireand fry
wont see 'em again till the 4th of July
I knew a lady who came from Duluth
Got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
flew and laid down on the yellow moon
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to alake of fireand fry
wont see 'em again till the 4th of July
people cry andpeople moan
look for a dry place to call their home
try to find some place to rest their bones
While the angels and the devils
Try to make 'em their own
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to alake of fireand fry
wont see 'em again till the 4th of July