D

[verse]
       D
If you like your apples sweet
         D
And your streets are not concrete
                                A
You’d be in your bed by 9 every night
          A
Take your hand-spanked, corn-fed gal
         A
And your best friend’s four-eyed pal
     A                                  D
To a treat right down the street that’s dynamite
               D
Well, let your conscience be your guide
       D
If you put your foot inside
    D7                             G
You wish you left your well enough alone
     G
When you got hell to pay,
        D            B7
Put the truth on layaway and
E                A         D
Blame it on that ol’ crazy bone

[Chorus]
      G           D
Crazy bone, crazy bone
         E7                              A
Well you wish you left your well enough alone
     G
When you got hell to pay,
        D            B7
Put the truth on layaway and
    E                A         D
And blame it on that ol’ crazy bone

[Verse]
         D
Don’t be stuck up in Alaska
         D
When you should be up in Nebraska
                                       A
On a Thursday when it’s egg & daughter nite
         A
When the farmers come to town
         A
And they spread them eggs around
         A                                       D
And they drop their daughters down at the roller rink
             D
Well, you’re probably standing there
          D
With your slicked-back Brylcreem hair
     D7                                 G
Your Luckys and your daddy’s fine-tooth comb
        G
If they knew what you were thinking,
       D              B7
They’d run you out of Lincoln
     E                A         D
Just blame it on that ol’ crazy bone.

[Chorus]
      G           D
Crazy bone, crazy bone
         E7                                A
Well you must’ve left your wisdom tooth at home
        G
If they knew what you were thinking,
       D              B7
They’d run you out of Lincoln
     E                A         D
Just blame it on that ol’ crazy bone


[Instrumental]
D  D  D  A
A  A  A  D

[Verse]
         D
When the grandkids all are grown
            D
And they’ve put you in a home
    D                       A
And eternity is approaching fast
             A
Yeah, you’re half out of your head
        A
And you probably pissed the bed
    A                                  D
And you can’t see a thing to save your ass
     D
When far across the prairie
       D
In the local cemetery
     D7
They already got your name
              G
Carved out in stone
     G
When all them nurses say,
          D                 B7
“Grandpa, why you walk that way?”
     E                A         D    B7
Just blame it on that ol’ crazy bone
      E                A
Yeah, blame it on that ol’ crazy

[Chorus]
G           D
Bone, crazy bone
    E7                          A
And everybody in that olD folks home
        G
If they knew what you were thinking,
       D              B7
They’d run you out of Lincoln
     E                A         D     B7
Just blame it on that ol’ crazy bone
    E         A                 D     B7
And everybody in that ol’ folks home
      E                A         D
Yeah, blame it on that ol’ crazy bone.