[Intro]
D
[Versetto]
       D 
If you like your apples sweet 
         D 
And your streets are not concrete 
                                A 
You’d be in your bed by 9 every night 
          A 
Take your hand-spanked, corn-fed gal 
         A 
And your best friend’s four-eyed pal 
     A                                  D 
To a treat right down the street that’s dynamite 
               D 
Well, let your conscience be your guide 
       D 
If you put your foot inside 
    D7                             G 
You wish you left your well enough alone 
     G 
When you got hell to pay, 
        D            B7 
Put the truth on layaway and 
E                A         D 
Blame it on that ol’ crazy bone
[Ritornello]
      G           D 
Crazy bone, crazy bone 
         E7                              A 
Well you wish you left your well enough alone 
     G 
When you got hell to pay, 
        D            B7 
Put the truth on layaway and 
    E                A         D 
And blame it on that ol’ crazy bone
[Versetto]
         D 
Don’t be stuck up in Alaska 
         D 
When you should be up in Nebraska 
                                       A 
On a Thursday when it’s egg & daughter nite 
         A 
When the farmers come to town 
         A 
And they spread them eggs around 
         A                                       D 
And they drop their daughters down at the roller rink 
             D 
Well, you’re probably standing there 
          D 
With your slicked-back Brylcreem hair 
     D7                                 G 
Your Luckys and your daddy’s fine-tooth comb 
        G 
If they knew what you were thinking, 
       D              B7 
They’d run you out of Lincoln 
     E                A         D 
Just blame it on that ol’ crazy bone.
[Ritornello]
      G           D 
Crazy bone, crazy bone 
         E7                                A 
Well you must’ve left your wisdom tooth at home 
        G 
If they knew what you were thinking, 
       D              B7 
They’d run you out of Lincoln 
     E                A         D 
Just blame it on that ol’ crazy bone
[Strumentale]
D  D  D  A
A  A  A  D
[Versetto]
         D 
When the grandkids all are grown 
            D 
And they’ve put you in a home 
    D                       A 
And eternity is approaching fast 
             A 
Yeah, you’re half out of your head 
        A 
And you probably pissed the bed 
    A                                  D 
And you can’t see a thing to save your ass 
     D 
When far across the prairie 
       D 
In the local cemetery 
     D7 
They already got your name 
              G 
Carved out in stone 
     G 
When all them nurses say, 
          D                 B7 
“Grandpa, why you walk that way?” 
     E                A         D    B7 
Just blame it on that ol’ crazy bone 
      E                A 
Yeah, blame it on that ol’ crazy
[Ritornello]
G           D 
Bone, crazy bone 
    E7                          A 
And everybody in that olD folks home 
        G 
If they knew what you were thinking, 
       D              B7 
They’d run you out of Lincoln 
     E                A         D     B7 
Just blame it on that ol’ crazy bone 
    E         A                 D     B7 
And everybody in that ol’ folks home 
      E                A         D 
Yeah, blame it on that ol’ crazy bone.