Topsy Turvy Lyrics - Houston Kid - 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's got 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 bunkhouse 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 

Mad house all topsy turvy 

A ship of fools with scurvy 

I don't like a thing about the way we live 

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Momma's on the pavement with a broken arm 

Tellin' 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 

Mad house 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 other women up and down the block 

Are tuning out the static with a front door lock 

They greet us in the morning with a wave and grin 

But you know they're only waiting til lthe roof caves in 

I don't even know if we can make it through another day 

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Mad house 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 nothing 

I don't like a thing about the way we live 

I don't like nothing 

I don't like a thing about the way we live 

I don't like nothing