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