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“Egg & Daughter Nite Lincoln Nebraska 1967 (Crazy Bone)”
by John Prine
from the album Tree of Forgiveness
The song’s actually in the key of Eb but I’m guessing
he plays it in D with the capo on the 1st fret.
[intro]
[verse]
If you like your apples sweet
And your streets are not concrete
You’d be in your bed by 9 every night
Take your hand-spanked corn-fed gal
And your best friend’s four-eyed pal
To a treat right down the street that’s dynamite
Well let your conscience be your guide
If you put your foot inside
You wish you left your well enough alone
When you got hell to pay
Put the truth on layaway and
Blame it on that ol’ crazy bone
[Chorus]
Crazy bone crazy bone
Well you wish you left your well enough alone
When you got hell to pay
Put the truth on layaway and
And blame it on that ol’ crazy bone
[Verse]
Don’t be stuck up in Alaska
When you should be up in Nebraska
On a Thursday when it’s egg & daughter nite
When the farmers come to town
And they spread them eggs around
And they drop their daughters down at the roller rink
Well you’re probably standing there
With your slicked-back Brylcreem hair
Your Luckys and your daddy’s fine-tooth comb
If they knew what you were thinking
They’d run you out of Lincoln
Just blame it on that ol’ crazy bone.
[Chorus]
Crazy bone crazy bone
Well you must’ve left your wisdom tooth at home
If they knew what you were thinking
They’d run you out of Lincoln
Just blame it on that ol’ crazy bone
[Instrumental]
[Verse]
When the grandkids all are grown
And they’ve put you in a home
And eternity is approaching fast
Yeah you’re half out of your head
And you probably pissed the bed
And you can’t see a thing to save your ass
When far across the prairie
In the local cemetery
They already got your name
Carved out in stone
When all them nurses say
“Grandpa why you walk that way?”
Just blame it on that ol’ crazy bone
Yeah blame it on that ol’ crazy
[Chorus]
Bone crazy bone
And everybody in that olD folks home
If they knew what you were thinking
They’d run you out of Lincoln
Just blame it on that ol’ crazy bone
And everybody in that ol’ folks home
Yeah blame it on that ol’ crazy bone.
