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Topsy Turvy Chords


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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)

C7
Daddy’s in the kitchen fryin’ sauerkraut
C7
Momma’s in the bedroom nearly all cried out
C7
Daddy thinks that whiskey makes him big and smart
C7
Momma thinks that daddy has a concrete heart
     F5 		Bb5              F5                   Bb5          C7
I wish I had a brother or a sister whom to I could turn

C7
Bustin’ out the windows with a baseball bat
C7
Daddy’s gone crazy as a bunk-house rat
C7
Momma’s on the sofa with a big black eye
C7
I cross my heart and tell myself ‘I hope they die’
     F5 		Bb5                    F5                 Bb5               C7
I wish I had a nickel now for every time a cuss word flew

Dm7
Madhouse all topsy turvy
Dm7
A ship of fools with scurvy
C7
I don’t like a thing about the way we live

C7
Moma’s on the pavement with a broken arm
C7
Tellin’ everybody daddy meant no harm
C7
Talk about denial with a great big D
C7
You can try to fool the neighbours but you can’t fool me
     F5 		 	Bb5               	    F5                     Bb5        C7
I wish some kind of millionaire would come adopt me on the spot

Dm7
Madhouse all topsy turvy
Dm7
A ship of fools with scurvy
C7
I don’t like a thing about the way we live


G5
Police knock on our door
G5
They’ve seen it all before
F5
Why don’t you use restraint
Eb5
We’ve had a few complaints

       C7
Now all the women up and down the block
C7
Are tuning out the static with the front door locked
C7
They greet us in the morning with a wave and grin
C7
But you know they’re only waiting til the roof caves in
F5		Bb5            	 F5                      Bb5         C7
I don’t even know if we can make it through another day

Dm7
Madhouse all topsy turvy
Dm7
A ship of fools with scurvy
C7
I don’t like a thing about the way we live
C7
I don’t like a thing about the way we live
C7
I don’t like a thing about the way we live
C7
I don’t like a thing about the way we live
C7
I don’t like a thing about the way we live
C7
I don’t like a thing about the way we live

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