Doc Holliday The Musical - All Kinds Of People

Some folks think we don't like people
'Cause we keep to ourselves and we seldom mingle
But we like 'em young or old, big and small
Just in a certain way that's all
It don't matter if they're red, yellow, black, or white
We'll get 'em ready for the afterlife
They're gonna shine like a penny when they get to the gates
Of heaven or hell depending which one awaits
For everyone we've done we have no regrets
We like all kinds of (All kinds of)
All kinds of people
But mostly, we like 'em dead
From the smokestack cities to the itty bitty towns
We get 'em all set for the underground
Never had one that we ever turned down
You gotta take work when you find it
Don't matter if they're purple, green, or white
We send em off to the afterlife
They're gonna shine like stars when they get to the gates
Of heaven or hell, depending which one awaits
We never judge anybody by the life they led
We like all kinds of (All kinds of)
All kinds of people
But mostly, we like 'em dead
Kaput, defunct, erased
Spirit's moved on to another place
It's an honor working on everyone we get
We like all kinds of (All kinds of)
All kinds of people
But mostly, we like 'em dead

Written by:
Bobby Terry, John Goodwin

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