Well, bad news travels like wildfire Good news travels slow They all call me "wildfire," Everywhere I go Cause I'm bad news everywhere I go I?m always gettin' in trouble For leavin' 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 Chorus Change key to Well, now I picked peaches in Georgia, I lumberjacked in Maine. I've been hired, and fired, and jailed And every town you can name Chorus