Always gettin' in trouble And leaving little girls who hate to see me go 'Cuz I'm bad news, everywhere I go Ha ha ha come on bad news ha ha Well bad news travels like wildfire, good news travels slow They call me Ol' Wildfire, 'cuz everybody knows That

A man appeared before Wells Fargo Wells Fargo's stage driver man Wearing long white linen And a dust flour sack over his head They call him Black Bart P08 The highway bandit poetry man Leaving his poem, disappeared Like a ghost on his own, all on his own

What do you want? Where are you? I'm leaving this damn courthouse, walking back to my hotel. What do you want? Well, you look really cute in your suit Man, what the fuck you talking about I look cute in this suit?! I'm only wearing this goddamn suit

Anything could change her mind One sunset or one regret She could turn around, come back, and be mine Happy endings happen all the time But it's a long, long way from Myrtle Beach to L.A. Well I love her and she's leaving She met a man, plays in a band,

So don’t go telling me how this boy should be leaving his own life Sometimes rough but generally speaking I’m fine If you don’t agree with the things that go on within in my life Well honey that’s fine there’s no itch in wasting your time Goodbye

How could you be the better part of me When we're only half of what we used to be? Today, could you see, this isn't what we need And I'm leaving all the pieces how they fell So goodbye, farewell What am I to say? I'm all wrapped up in apathy And I don't

Hmhmhmhm ah ah I love him from the skin to my bones, ah But I don’t wanna miss home, ah There’s nothing to save and he knows, ah I’ll just runaway in the overnight "How long you leaving?" "Well Dad just don’t expect me back this evening Oh it could take