| Come on, bad news
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| Well, bad news travels like wild fire
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| Good news travels slow
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| They all call me 'Wildfire' 'cause everybody knows
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| I’m bad news, everywhere I go
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| Always gettin' in a trouble
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| And leaving little girls
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| That hate to see me go
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| They tried to hang me in Oakland
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| And they did in Francisco
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| But I wouldn’t choke, I broke their rope
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| And they had to let me go
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| Cause I’m bad news everywhere I go
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| Always gettin' in a trouble
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| And leaving little girls
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| That hate to see me go
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| Now from north to southeast
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| To west the story is the same
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| From one state to another
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| I have to change my name
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| Cause I’m bad news everywhere I go
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| Always gettin' in a trouble
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| And leaving little girls
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| That sure hate to see me go
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| Well, now I’ve picked peaches in Georgia
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| I lumber jacked in Maine
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| I’ve been hired, fired and jailed
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| In any town you can name
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| Cause I’m bad news everywhere I go
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| Always gettin' in a trouble
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| And leaving little girls
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| That hate to see me go |