Letra de 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 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 trailor
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

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And there ain�t no cure for crazy
I think sorry baby
We�ll spare all but my trailor
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 trailor
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