INTRO: E B E #1.E B E Back porch preacher preaching at me, acting likeB E he wrote the golden rules.A E A E Shaking his fist and screeching at me, shouting from his soap box like a fool.B A Come Sunday morning he's lying in bed with his eyes all red, with the wine in his head..wishing he wasE dead when he oughta be heading for Sunday school. CHORUS:E A Clean up your own backyard..oh, don't you hand me noneE of your lines.B A Clean up your own backyard..you tend to your business,E A B E I'll tend to mine. #2.E B Drugstore cowboy criticizing, acting like he's betterE than you and me.A E Standing on the sidewalk supervising, telling everybodyD E how they ought to be.B A Come closing time most every night, he locks up tight and out go the lights and he ducks out of sight and he cheatsE on his wife with his employee. CHORUS:E A D Clean up your own backyard..oh, don't you hand me noneE of your lines.B A Clean up your own backyard..you tend to your business,E A B E I'll tend to mine. #3.E Armchair quarterback's always moanin', second guessing people all day long.A B Pushing, fooling and hanging on in, always messing whereE they don't belong.A B A When you get right down to the nitty-gritty, isn't it a pityD A that in this big city not a one a'little bitty man'll admitE he could have been a little bit wrong. CHORUS:E A D Clean up your own backyard..oh, don't you hand me noneE of your lines.Bm A Clean up your own backyard..you tend to your business,E A B E I'll tend to mine. OUTRO:E B A Clean up your own backyard..you tend to your business, I'llE tend to mine.
Clean Up Your Own Backyard
Elvis Presley
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