Where do bad folks go when they die They don't go to heaven where the angels fly Go to a lake of fire and fry See them again till the Fourth of July
I knew a lady who came from Duluth Bitten by a dog with a rabid tooth She went to her grave just a little too soon Flew away howling on the yellow Moon
Where do bad folks go when they die They don't go to heaven where the angels fly Go to a lake of fire and fry See them again till the Fourth of July
People cry and people moan Look for a dry place to call their home Try to find some place to rest their bones Of an 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 Go to a lake of fire and fry See them again till the Fourth of July
