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

And it just ain't right Ooh (I call your name) And it just ain't right That I'll be sexin' her and I (I call your name) Girl it ain't no little thing that I (I call your name) (You don't have) (To answer this) (If its too personal) (Do your thoughts) (Of

Do-do-do do-do A little jealous A colorful mess, but I'm funny Oh, I'm a heartbreak vet But I'm in this space with you Colored out the lines I came to find, my fire was fate with you I like my girls just like I like my honey; sweet A little selfish

Of looking a you with that sleepy little smile on your face Girl you got a way With a touch you can get to me This mornin' is like a dream Baby the only thing better than all night long with you is That we woke up like this This view can't get enough

Yea, I'm in love with a girl in a 4 wheel drive. She has a large time in a large machine. Man I wonder how she gets up in that thing. And someday soon, I'm gonna climb right up and take a little ride in her big ol' truck. Chrome steel bumpers and red

She's my little whiskey Girl No Cuervo Gold Margaritas Just ain't enough good burn in Tequila she needs Somethin' with a little more edge and a little more plain My Ragged-on-the-edges girl Ah, but I like 'em rough She ain't into wine and roses Don't my

You are on the road Can I get a little lovin' from you Can I get a little bit of that done did do Tell me now girl that you need me too Tell me now girl cause I've got a feeling for you There are no monks in my band There are no saints in this land I'll

Hillbilly deluxe Hillbilly deluxe, slick pick up trucks Big timing in a small town Stirrin' it up right about sundown Black denim and chrome to the bone With a little homegrown Country girl cuddled up Well, up in the backwoods, down in the holler Old boy

And he would play, In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town, Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from miles around. And all the girls from there to Austin, Were slipping away from home and putting jewelery in hock. To take the trip, to

A-tisket, a-tasket A green and yellow basket I send a letter to my mommy On the way I dropped it I dropped it, I dropped it Yes, on the way I dropped it A little girlie picked it up And took put it in her pocket She was truckin' on down the avenue