Topsy Turvy Lyrics

This was done for a guitar tuned down a whole step, so these are the chord shapes
for that (i.e. if you want to do it the same key as the record, take it down to Bb).
TOPSY TURVY
(Rodney Crowell)
Daddy's in the kitchen fryin? sauerkraut
Momma's in the bedroom nearly all cried out
Daddy thinks that whiskey makes him big and smart
Momma thinks that daddy has a concrete heart
I wish I had a brother or a sister whom to I could turn
Bustin? out the windows with a baseball bat
Daddy's gone crazy as a bunk-house rat
Momma's on the sofa with a big black eye
I cross my heart and tell myself ?I hope they die?
I wish I had a nickel now for every time a cuss word flew

Dm7
Madhouse all topsy turvy
A ship of fools with scurvy
I don't like a thing about the way we live
Moma's on the pavement with a broken arm
Tellin? everybody daddy meant no harm
Talk about denial with a great big D
You can try to fool the neighbours but you can't fool me
I wish some kind of millionaire would come adopt me on the spot
Madhouse all topsy turvy
A ship of fools with scurvy
I don't like a thing about the way we live
Police knock on our door
They've seen it all before
Why don't you use restraint
We've had a few complaints
Now all the women up and down the block
Are tuning out the static with the front door locked
They greet us in the morning with a wave and grin
But you know they're only waiting til the roof caves in
I don't even know if we can make it through another day
Madhouse all topsy turvy
A ship of fools with scurvy
I don't like a thing about the way we live
I don't like a thing about the way we live
I don't like a thing about the way we live
I don't like a thing about the way we live
I don't like a thing about the way we live
I don't like a thing about the way we live