#. [G]Where do bad folks [F]go when they [Bb]die? [G]They dont go to heaven where the a[C]ngels f[Bb]ly [G]They go down to the lake of [F]fire and [Bb]fry [C]Wont see them again till the f[F]ourth of[Bb] Ju[G]ly Ref: [Dm]I knew a lady who [Bb*]came from Duluth [Dm]She got bit by a dog with a [A]rabid tooth [Dm]She went to her grave just a [Bb*]little too soon [C*]And she flew away howling on the [Dm*]yellow moon #. = 1. Ref: 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 Fight to claim them for their own