A 
Well, bad news travels like wildfire 
A 
Good news travels slow 
A 
They all call me "wildfire," 
A 
Everywhere I go 


[Refrão]
          D 
Cause I'm bad news 
             A 
everywhere I go 
    E 
I?m always gettin' in trouble 
    D                                        A 
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 B 
 
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