No Cure For Crazy (From CMT's "I Love 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 you

But Jesus loves me just the way I am

And there ain't no cure for crazy

I think sorry baby

We'll spare all but my trailer

Daddy taught me how to curse like a sailor

I'm all-nighter, go on and dream

I'm two queens short of a full

Good luck trying to save me

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

Now ain't branded proper

No country pluggin', champagne popper

Droppin' names, sippin' on my wine

I'll be barefoot on the bar

While lightning buzz from a medicine jar

Chasing my whiskey with a damn good time

And there ain't no cure for crazy

I think sorry baby

We'll spare all but my trailer

Daddy taught me how to curse like a sailor

I'm all-nighter, go on and dream

I'm two queens short of a full

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 the hat but I don't think I should

But it ain't gonna do no good

'Cause there ain't no cure for crazy

I think sorry baby

We'll spare all but my trailer

Daddy taught me how to curse like a sailor

I'm all-nighter, go on and dream

I'm two queens short of a full

Good luck trying to save me

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