Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Cure for Crazy, artist - Kellie Pickler. Date of issue: 14.11.2013
Song language: English
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 |
| 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 |