Where

do

bad

folks

go

when

they

die?

They

don't

go

to

hea-

ven

where

the

an-

gels

fly

Go

to

a

lake

of

fire

and

fry

See

'em

a-

gain

till

the

Fourth

of

Ju-

ly

I

knew

a

la-

dy

who came

from

Du-

luth

Bitten

by

a

dog

with

a

ra-

bid

tooth

She

went

to

her

grave

just

a

lit-

tle

too

soon

Flew

a-

way

how-

ling

on

the

yel-

low

moon

Where

do

bad

folks

go

when

they

die?

They

don't

go

to

hea-

ven

where

the

an-

gels

fly

Go

to

a

lake

of

fire

and

fry

See

'em

a-

gain

till

the

Fourth

of

Ju-

ly

Peo-

ple

cry

peo-

ple

moan

Look

for

a

dry

place

to

call

their

home

Try

to

find

some

place

to

rest

their

bones

While

the

an-

gels

and

the

de-

vils

try

to

make

'em

their

own

Where

do

bad

folks

go

when

they

die?

They

don't

go

to

hea-

ven

where

the

an-

gels

fly

Go

to

a

lake

of

fire

and

fry

See

'em

a-

gain

till

the

Fourth

of

Ju-

ly