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Crazy Bone


Capo 3rd fret


C   C/G   C   C/G


       C
If you like your apples sweet,

And your streets are not concrete,
                                 G     /A/Bb/B
You'll be in your bed by 9 every night.
          G
Take your hand-spanked, corn-fed gal,

And your best friend's four-eyed pal
                                            C    /G/A/C
To a treat right down the street that's dynamite.


         C
Let your conscience be your guide.

If you put your foot inside,
                                    F
You'll wish you left your well-enough alone.

When you got hell to pay,
        C            A
Put the truth on layaway
    D               G              C
And blame it on that ol' crazy bone.


      F
Crazy bone, crazy bone,
      C
Crazy bone, crazy bone.
          D                                 G    /A/Bb/B
Well, you wish you'd left your well-enough alone.
     F
When you got hell to pay,
        C            A
Put the truth on layaway
    D               G              C   /G/A/C
And blame it on that ol' crazy bone.

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 'em eggs around,
And they drop their daughters down at the roller rink.

Well, you're prob'ly 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 ol' crazy bone.

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 ol' crazy bone.

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 prob'ly pissed the bed,
And you can't see a thing to save your ass.

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 that way?":

     D               G              C - A
Just blame it on that ol' crazy bone,
      D                G7
Yeah, blame it on that ol' crazy -

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,

     D               G              C - A
Just blame it on that ol' crazy bone,
    D         G                  C - A
And everybody in that old folks' home.
      D               G              C - F - C - G - C
Yeah, blame it on that ol' crazy bone!

(Words and music by John Prine and Pat McLaughlin, 2017)

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