Egg & Daughter Nite, Lincoln Nebraska, 1967 (Crazy Bone)
John Prine
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[Intro]D[Strophe]DIf you like your apples sweetDAnd your streets are not concreteAYou’d be in your bed by 9 every nightYou’d be in your bed by 9 every nightATake your hand-spanked, corn-fed galTake your hand-spanked, corn-fed galAAnd your best friend’s four-eyed palAnd your best friend’s four-eyed palATo a treat right down the streetDthat’s dynamiteTo a treat right down the street that’s dynamiteDWell, let your conscience be yourguideWell, let your conscience be your guideDIf you put your foot insideD7You wish you left your well enoughGaloneYou wish you left your well enough aloneGWhen you got hell to pay,D B7Put the truth on layaway andE A DBlame it on that ol’ crazy bone[Refrain]G DCrazy bone, crazy boneE7Well you wish you left your wellAenough aloneWell you wish you left your well enough aloneGWhen you got hell to pay,D B7Put the truth on layaway andE A DAnd blame it on that ol’ crazy bone[Strophe]DDon’t be stuck up in AlaskaDWhen you should be up in NebraskaOn a Thursday when it’s egg &Adaughter niteOn a Thursday when it’s egg & daughter niteAWhen the farmers come to townAAnd they spread them eggs aroundAAnd they drop their daughters down atDthe roller rinkAnd they drop their daughters down at the roller rinkDWell, you’re probably standing thereWell, you’re probably standing thereDWith your slicked-back Brylcreem hairWith your slicked-back Brylcreem hairD7Your Luckys and your daddy’sGfine-tooth combYour Luckys and your daddy’s fine-tooth combGIf they knew what you were thinking,If they knew what you were thinking,D B7They’d run you out of LincolnE AJust blame it on that ol’ crazyDbone.Just blame it on that ol’ crazy bone.[Refrain]G DCrazy bone, crazy boneE7Well you must’ve left your wisdomAtooth at homeWell you must’ve left your wisdom tooth at homeGIf they knew what you were thinking,If they knew what you were thinking,D B7They’d run you out of LincolnE A DJust blame it on that ol’ crazy bone[Instrumentale]D D D AA A A D
[Strophe]DWhen the grandkids all are grownDAnd they’ve put you in a homeD AAnd eternity is approaching fastAYeah, you’re half out of your headAAnd you probably pissed the bedAAnd you can’t see a thing to saveDyour assAnd you can’t see a thing to save your assDWhen far across the prairieDIn the local cemeteryD7They already got your nameGCarved out in stoneGWhen all them nurses say,D B7“Grandpa, why you walk that way?”E A DJust blame it on that ol’ crazy boneB7Just blame it on that ol’ crazy boneE AYeah, blame it on that ol’ crazy[Refrain]G DBone, crazy boneE7 AAnd everybody in that olD folks homeAnd everybody in that olD folks homeGIf they knew what you were thinking,If they knew what you were thinking,D B7They’d run you out of LincolnE A DJust blame it on that ol’ crazy boneB7Just blame it on that ol’ crazy boneE A DAnd everybody in that ol’ folks homeB7And everybody in that ol’ folks homeE AYeah, blame it on that ol’ crazyDbone.Yeah, blame it on that ol’ crazy bone.