Where do bad folks do when their die?
They don't do to heaven where the angels fly.
they Go to the lake of fire and fry,
won't See em again til the forth of july.
I knew a lady who came from Duluth
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
And she flew away howling on the yellow moon.
Verse 1.
People cry,people 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 their own.
Verse 1.
