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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Prine
Vocals
Pat McLaughlin
Background Vocals
Dave Cobb
Claps
Dave Jacques
Bass
Ken Blevins
Drums
Mike Webb
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Prine
Songwriter
Patrick James McLaughlin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Cobb
Producer
Fiona Prine
Executive Producer
Gena Johnson
Assistant Engineer
Jody Whelan
Executive Producer
Matt Ross-Spang
Engineer
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[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, cord-fed gal
And your best friend's four-eyed pal
To a treat right down the street that's dynamite
[Verse 2]
Now, let your conscience be your guide
If you put your foot inside
You wish you left your well-enough alone
When you got hell to pay
Put the truth on layaway
And blame it on that ole' crazy bone
[Verse 3]
Crazy bone (Crazy bone)
Crazy bone (Crazy bone)
Well, you wish you'd left your well-enough alone
When you got hell to pay
Put the truth on layaway
And blame it on that ole' crazy bone
[Verse 4]
Don't be stuck up in Alaska
When you should be in Nebraska
On a Thursday when it's Egg and Daughter Nite
When the farmers come to town
And they spread them eggs around
And they drop their daughters down at the roller rink
[Verse 5]
Well, you're probably standin' there
With your slicked back, Brylcreem hair
Your Lucky's and your daddy's fine-tooth comb
If they knew what you were thinkin'
They'd run you out of Lincoln
Just blame it on that ole' crazy bone
[Verse 6]
Crazy bone (Crazy bone)
Crazy bone (Crazy bone)
Well, you must have left your wisdom tooth at home
If they knew what you were thinkin'
They'd run you out of Lincoln
Just blame it on that ole' crazy bone
Here comes that crazy bone
[Verse 7]
When the grandkids all are grown
And they put you in a home
And eternity is approachin' fast
Yeah, you're half out of your head
And you probably pissed the bed
And you can't see a thing to save your ass
[Verse 8]
When far across the prairie
In the local cemetery
They already got your name carved out in stone
When all them nurses say
Grandpa, why you walk the away
Just blame it on that ole' crazy bone
Yeah, blame it on that ole' crazy
[Verse 9]
Bone (Crazy bone)
Crazy bone (Crazy bone)
And everybody in that old folks' home
If they knew what you were thinkin'
They'd run you out of Lincoln
Just blame it on that ole' crazy bone
And everybody in that old folks' home
Yeah, blame it on that ole' crazy bone
Written by: John Prine, Pat McLaughlin