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

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

Альбом
The Tree of Forgiveness
Год
2018
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
245220

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Egg & Daughter Nite, Lincoln Nebraska, 1967 (Crazy Bone)

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 that’s dynamite

Now 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 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 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

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