Lyricist : Michael Hardy/Smith Ahnquist/Hunter Phelps/Jameson Rodgers
Composer : Michael Hardy/Smith Ahnquist/Hunter Phelps/Jameson Rodgers
My granddaddy ran shine in East Tennessee
I guess that's where I got my need for speed
I sell it illegal to people numbin' their pain
I'm a little crazy, but the world's insane
I keep a loaded .44 sittin' by the bed
For the jeepers and the creepers who ain't right in the head
Hope I never have to use it, but you never know these days
I'm a little crazy, but the world's insane
Oh, once you get to know me
I'm a coyote in a field of wolves
Oh, I'm a red-letter rebel
But some become the devil when the moon is full
Yeah, the only thing keepin' these tracks on the train
Knowin' I'm a little crazy, but the world's insane
I'm the house on the hill where the lightning strikes
Kids ride by scared on their Santa Claus bikes
Oh, then one goes missin', walkin' right down Main
Hey, I'm a little crazy, but the world's insane
Oh, once you get to know me
I'm a coyote in a field of wolves
Oh, I'm a red-letter rebel
But some become the devil when the moon is full
Yeah, the only thing keepin' these tracks on the train
Knowin' I'm a little crazy, but the world's insane
I'm screamin' at a TV that ain't got ears
On anti-depressants and lukewarm beers
And I do it every night but the news don't change
Guess I'm a little crazy, but the world's insane
Oh, I'm a little crazy but the world's insane
