John Prine - Egg & Daughter Nite. Lincoln Nebraska, 1967 lyrics

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 at [?] [?] 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 ole' crazy bone 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 ole' 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 prob'ly standin' there With your slicked-back, Brylcreem hair Your Lucky's and your daddy's fine-tooth comb If they knew what you were thinkin' They'd run you out of Lincoln Just blame it on that ole' crazy bone Crazy bone (crazy bone) Crazy bone (crazy bone) Well you must have left your wisdom tooth at home If they knew what you were thinkin' They'd run you out of Lincoln Blame it on the ole' crazy bone When the grandkids all are grown And they put you in a home And eternity is approachin' fast Yeah you're half out of your head And you prob'ly pissed the bed And you can't see a thing to save your a** 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 ole' crazy bone Yeah blame it on that ole' Crazy bone (crazy bone) Crazy bone (crazy bone) And everybody in that old folks' home If they knew what you were thinkin' They'd run you out of Lincoln Just blame it on that ole' crazy bone And everybody in that old folks' home Yeah blame it on that ole' crazy bone