.Bad news travels like wildfire
Good news travels slow
They call me old wildfire
'Cause everybody knows
That I'm bad news
Everywhere I go
Always getting into trouble
And leaving little girls who hate to see me go
I picked peaches down in Georgia
Lumber jacked .
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