| If you like your apples sweet
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| And your streets are not concrete
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| You’ll be in your bed by nine every night
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| Take your hand-spanked, corn-fed gal
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| And your best friend’s four-eyed pal
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| To a treat right down the street that’s dynamite
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| Now let your conscience be your guide
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| If you put your foot inside
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| You wish you left your well-enough alone
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| When you got hell to pay
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| Put the truth on layaway
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| And blame it on that ole' crazy bone
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| Crazy bone (crazy bone)
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| Crazy bone (crazy bone)
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| Well you wish you’d left your well-enough alone
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| When you got hell to pay
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| Put the truth on layaway
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| And blame it on the ole' crazy bone
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| Don’t be stuck up in Alaska
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| When you should be in Nebraska
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| On a Thursday when it’s Egg &Daughter Nite
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| When the farmers come to town
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| And they spread them eggs around
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| And they drop their daughters down at the roller rink
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| Well you’re prob’ly standin' there
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| With your slicked-back, Brylcreem hair
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| Your Lucky’s and your daddy’s fine-tooth comb
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| If they knew what you were thinkin'
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| They’d run you out of Lincoln
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| Just blame it on that ole' crazy bone
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| Crazy bone (crazy bone)
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| Crazy bone (crazy bone)
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| Well you must have left your wisdom tooth at home
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| If they knew what you were thinkin'
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| They’d run you out of Lincoln
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| Blame it on the ole' crazy bone
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| When the grandkids all are grown
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| And they put you in a home
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| And eternity is approachin' fast
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| Yeah you’re half out of your head
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| And you prob’ly pissed the bed
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| And you can’t see a thing to save your ass
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| And far across the prairie (prairie)
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| In the local cemetery ('tery)
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| They already got your name carved out in stone
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| When all them nurses say
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| «Grandpa why you walk that way?»
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| Just blame it on that ole' crazy bone
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| Yeah blame it on that ole'…
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| Crazy bone (crazy bone)
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| Crazy bone (crazy bone)
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| And everybody in that old folks' home
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| If they knew what you were thinkin'
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| They’d run you out of Lincoln
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| Just blame it on that ole' crazy bone
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| And everybody in that old folks' home
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| Yeah blame it on that ole' crazy bone |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Egg & Daughter Nite, Lincoln Nebraska, 1967 (Crazy Bone) , by - John Prine. Song from the album The Tree of Forgiveness, in the genre Музыка мира