Bad News

Bad News

Bad news travels like wildfire
Good news travels like slow
They all call me wildfire
Everybody knows
Hell, I’m bad news
Everywhere I go
Always getting in trouble
Leaving them girls who hate to see me go

They tried to hang me in Oakland
And they did in Francis Cove
But I wouldn’t choke
Hell no, I broke that rope
They had to let me go
Son, I’m bad news
Everywhere I go
Always getting in trouble
Leaving little girls who hate to see me go

Well from North to South and East to West
The story’s all the same
One state to another
I had to change my name
I’m bad news
Everywhere I go
Always getting in trouble
Leaving them girls who hate to see me go

I picked the peaches in Georgia
I lumberjacked in Maine
Well, I’ve been hired and fired and jailed
In any town you can name
Son, I’m bad news
Everywhere I go
Always getting in trouble
Leaving little girls who hate to see me go