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

If you your apples sweet
And your streets are not
You'll be in your bed by every night
your hand-spanked, corn-fed gal
And your best friend's pal
To a right down the street as dynamite
let your conscience be your guide
If you put your foot
You you left your well-enough alone
you got hell to pay
Put the on layaway
And blame it on that old crazy

bone (crazy bone)
Crazy (crazy bone)
Well you wish you'd left well-enough alone
you got hell 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
When the farmers come to
And they spread them around
And they drop daughters down at the roller rink

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

bone (crazy bone)
Crazy (crazy bone)
Well you must have left your wisdom tooth at
If knew what you were thinking
They'd run you out of
Blame it on the old crazy

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

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