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

If you like your apples
And your streets are not
You'll be in your bed by every night
Take hand-spanked, corn-fed gal
And your best friend's pal
To a treat right down the street as
Don't let conscience be your guide
If you put foot inside
You wish you left 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 blame it on the old bone

Don't be stuck up in
you should be in Nebraska
On a Thursday when Egg & Daughter Nite
When the farmers come to
And they spread them eggs
And they their daughters down at the roller rink

Well probably standing there
With your slicked-back, Brylcreem
Your Lucky's and your daddy's comb
If they knew what you were
They'd run you out of
blame it on that old crazy bone

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

When the all are grown
And put you in a home
And eternity is approaching
Yeah you're half out of your
And you probably the bed
And you can't see a thing to save ass
And far the prairie (prairie)
In the local ('tery)
They already got your carved out in stone
When all nurses say
Grandpa why you that way?
Just blame it on old crazy bone
blame it on that old

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