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Topsy Turvy

Rodney Crowell
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
Daddy’s  in the kitchen (?) sauerkraut,
 Momma’s in the bedroom nearly all cried out
 Daddy thinks whiskey makes him big and smart,
 Mamma thinks daddy’s got a concrete heart
 I wish  I had a brother  or a sister  into I  could turn
 Bustin’ out the windows with a baseball bat,
 Daddy’s gone crazy like 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 for every time I cursed the word (?)
Mad  house all topsy turvy a ship of fools with scurvy
I  don't like a thing about the way we live
 Momma’s on the pavement with a broken arm
 Telling everybody that he meant no harm
 Talk about denial with a great big D,
 You can try to fool the neighbors but you can’t fool me
 I wish some kind of millionaire would come adopt me on the spot
Police  knocked on our door, they’ve seen it all before
Why  don’t you use restraint, we’ve  had a few complaints
 Chorus+
 I don't like a thing about the way we live (repeat many times)

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Readable chord sheet for Topsy Turvy by Rodney Crowell

[Bb7]Daddy’s in the kitchen (?) sauerkraut,
Momma’s in the bedroom nearly all cried out
Daddy thinks whiskey makes him big and smart,
Mamma thinks daddy’s got a concrete heart
I [Eb]wish I had a b[Ab]rother or a [Eb]sister into I[Ab] could tu[Bb7]rn

Bustin’ out the windows with a baseball bat,
Daddy’s gone crazy like 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 for every time I cursed the word (?)

[Cm]Mad house all topsy turvy a ship of fools with sc[Cm7]urvy
[Bb7]I don't like a thing about the way we live

Momma’s on the pavement with a broken arm
Telling everybody that he meant no harm
Talk about denial with a great big D,
You can try to fool the neighbors but you can’t fool me
I wish some kind of millionaire would come adopt me on the spot

[F]Police knocked on our door, they’ve seen it all before
[Eb]Why don’t you use restraint, w[C#]e’ve had a few complaints

Chorus+
I don't like a thing about the way we live (repeat many times)

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