No Cure for Crazy

Album cover art for "No Cure for Crazy" by Kellie Pickler

Kellie Pickler - Country

No Cure for Crazy

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Duration: 2:57

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Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Bridge] 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 [Chorus] '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

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Credits

Writers
  • John Ozier
  • Billy Montana
  • Joe Leathers
  • Kyle Jacobs