Egg & Daughter Nite, Lincoln Nebraska, 1967 (crazy Bone) Lyrics - John Prine

If you like your apples sweet 

And your streets are not concrete 

You'll be in your bed by nine every night 

Take your hand-spanked, corn-fed gal 

And your best friend's four-eyed pal 

To a treat right down the street as dynamite 

Don't 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 old crazy bone 

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Crazy bone (crazy bone) 

Crazy bone (crazy bone) 

Well you wish you'd left your well-enough alone 

When you got hell to pay 

Put the truth on layaway 

And blame it on the old crazy bone 

Don't be stuck up in Alaska 

When you should be 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 Lucky's 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 old crazy bone 

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Crazy bone (crazy bone) 

Crazy bone (crazy bone) 

Well you must have left your wisdom tooth at home 

If they knew what you were thinking 

They'd run you out of Lincoln 

Blame it on the old crazy bone 

When the grandkids all are grown 

And they 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 

And far across the prairie (prairie) 

In the local cemetery ('tery) 

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 old crazy bone 

Yeah blame it on that old 

Crazy bone (crazy bone) 

Crazy 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 old crazy bone 

And everybody in that old folks' home 

Yeah blame it on that old crazy bone