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Well, bad news travels like wildfire
Good news travel slow
They all call me Wildfire
'Cause everybody knows
I'm bad news, everywhere I go
Always gettin' in trouble
And leaving little girls
That hate to see me go
They tried to hang me in Oakland
And they did in Francisco
But I wouldn't choke, I broke the rope
And they had to let me go, 'cause
Now from north to south, from east to west
The story is the same
From one state to another
I have to change my name, 'cause
Now I picked peaches in Georgia
I lumberjacked in Maine
I've been hired, fired and jailed
In any town you can name, 'cause
