No Cure for Crazy - Kellie Pickler

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

Well, there ain’t no cure for crazy

I ain’t sorry, baby

Wheels fell off of my trailer

Daddy taught me how to curse like a sailor

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

Two queens short of a full deck

Good luck trying to save me

There ain’t no cure, no cure for crazy, baby

Now I ain’t prim and proper

No country clubbing, champagne popper

Dropping names, sipping Sonoma wine

I’ll be barefoot on the bar

White lightning buzz from a mason jar

Chasing my whiskey with a damn good time

Well, there ain’t no cure for crazy

I ain’t sorry, baby

Wheels fell off of my trailer

Daddy taught me how to curse like a sailor

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

Two queens short of a full deck

Good luck trying to save me

There ain’t no cure, no cure for crazy, baby

And 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 curse like a sailor

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

Two queens short of a full deck

Good luck trying to save me

There ain’t no cure, no cure for crazy baby