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

[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