Lyrics Kellie Pickler

Kellie Pickler

No Cure For Crazy

I was born a pistol

With a bullet in the barrel

And another fistful

Step on up, and you'll

Know right where I stand

Church girls used to whisper,

"Lord, it's like the devil kissed her."

But Jesus loves me just the way I am

And there ain't no cure for crazy

I ain't sorry, baby

Wheels fell off of my trailer

Daddy taught me how to cuss like a sailor

I'm an all night, long-neck train wreck

Two queens short of a full deck

Good luck tryin' to save me

There ain't no cure

No cure for crazy, baby

Now I ain't prim and proper

No country clubbin' champagne popper

Droppin' names, sippin' Sonoma wine

I'll be barefoot on the bar

White lightnin' buzz from a mason jar

Chasin' my whisky with a damn good time

And there ain't no cure for crazy

I ain't sorry, baby

Wheels fell off of my trailer

Daddy taught me how to cuss like a sailor

I'm an all night, long-neck train wreck

Two queens short of a full deck

Good luck tryin' to save me

There ain't no cure, no cure for crazy

Now you can call the doctor

To give me a pill

To me, honey, that's just another thrill

I can try to act like you think I should

But it ain't gonna do no good

'Cause there ain't no cure for crazy

I ain't sorry, baby

Wheels fell off of my trailer

Daddy taught me how to cuss like a sailor

I'm an all night, long-neck train wreck

Two queens short of a full deck

Good luck tryin' to save me

There ain't no cure

No cure for crazy, baby