Lyrics No Cure for Crazy - 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
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