Coordinate del testo
ENTesto originale
Traduzione non ancora disponibile. Mostriamo il testo originale.
Well, bad news travels like wildfire
Good news travel slow
They all call me Wildfire
'Cause everybody knows
I'm bad news, everywhere I go
Always gettin' in trouble
And leaving 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, 'cause
Now from north to south, from east to west
The story is the same
From one state to another
I have to change my name, 'cause
Now I picked peaches in Georgia
I lumberjacked in Maine
I've been hired, fired and jailed
In any town you can name, 'cause
