Topsy Turvy Rodney Crowell
[Bb7]Daddyâ??s in the kitchen (?) sauerkraut,
Mommaâ??s in the bedroom nearly all cried out
Daddy thinks whiskey makes him big and smart,
Mamma thinks daddyâ??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
Bustinâ?? out the windows with a baseball bat,
Daddyâ??s gone crazy like a bunk house rat,
Mommaâ??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 (?)
Chorus:
[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
Mommaâ??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 canâ??t fool me
I wish some kind of millionaire would come adopt me on the spot
Chorus
[F]Police knocked on our door, theyâ??ve seen it all before
[Eb]Why donâ??t you use restraint,[C#] weâ??ve had a few complaints
Now all the other women up and down the block
Are tuning up the static with the front door locked
They great us in the morning with a great big grin
But I know theyâ??re only waiting till the roof caves in
I donâ??t even know if we can make it to another day
Chorus+
I don't like a thing about the way we live (repeat many times)
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