
Egg & Daughter Nite, Lincoln Nebraska, 1967 (Crazy Bone) John Prine
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[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
Let your conscience be your guide
If you put your foot inside
You'll 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
[Chorus]
Crazy Bone (Crazy Bone)
Crazy Bone (Crazy Bone)
Well you wished you'd left your well-enough alone
When you got hell to pay
Put the truth on layaway
And blame it on that old Crazy Bone
[Verse 3]
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
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
[Verse 2]
Let your conscience be your guide
If you put your foot inside
You'll 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
[Chorus]
Crazy Bone (Crazy Bone)
Crazy Bone (Crazy Bone)
Well you wished you'd left your well-enough alone
When you got hell to pay
Put the truth on layaway
And blame it on that old Crazy Bone
[Verse 3]
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
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