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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 |
