Luyện nghe bài hát Egg & Daughter Nite, Lincoln Nebraska, 1967 (Crazy Bone)

If you your apples sweet
And your are not concrete
You'll be in your bed by every night
Take your hand-spanked, gal
And your best friend's pal
To a treat down the street as dynamite
Don't let conscience be your guide
If you put foot inside
You wish you your well-enough alone
you got hell to pay
Put the truth on
And blame it on that old bone

Crazy (crazy bone)
bone (crazy bone)
Well you wish you'd left your well-enough
When you got to pay
Put the truth on
And it on the old crazy bone

Don't be up in Alaska
When you be in Nebraska
On a Thursday when it's Egg & Nite
the farmers come to town
And they spread eggs around
And drop their daughters down at the roller rink

Well you're standing there
With your slicked-back, hair
Your Lucky's and your fine-tooth comb
If they knew you were thinking
They'd run you out of
Just blame it on old crazy bone

Crazy (crazy bone)
Crazy (crazy bone)
you must have left your wisdom tooth at home
If they knew you were thinking
run you out of Lincoln
Blame it on the old bone

When the grandkids all are
And put you in a home
And eternity is fast
you're half out of your head
And you probably the bed
And you can't see a thing to save ass
And far across the (prairie)
In the cemetery ('tery)
They got your name carved out in stone
When all them say
Grandpa why you walk that
blame it on that old crazy bone
Yeah blame it on old

Crazy (crazy bone)
Crazy (crazy bone)
And everybody in that old folks'
If they knew what you were
run you out of Lincoln
Just blame it on old crazy bone
And everybody in that old home
Yeah it on that old crazy bone