Clean Up Your Own Backyard

Elvis Presley

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Tom:
INTRO: E B E #1.
E B E Back porch preacher preaching at me, acting like
B 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 was
E dead when he oughta be heading for Sunday school. CHORUS:
E A Clean up your own backyard..oh, don't you hand me none
E 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 better
E than you and me.
A E Standing on the sidewalk supervising, telling everybody
D 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 cheats
E on his wife with his employee. CHORUS:
E A D Clean up your own backyard..oh, don't you hand me none
E 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 where
E they don't belong.
A B A When you get right down to the nitty-gritty, isn't it a pity
D A that in this big city not a one a'little bitty man'll admit
E he could have been a little bit wrong. CHORUS:
E A D Clean up your own backyard..oh, don't you hand me none
E 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'll
E tend to mine.
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Composição: Davis Mac Scott Acct 1 e Strange Billy

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