Clean Up Your Own Backyard chords by Elvis Presley
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Verse 1
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Back porch
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preacher preaching at me
Acting like he wrote the golden rules
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Shaking his fist and
speeching at me
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Shouting from his soap box like a fool
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Come Sunday morning
he's lying in bed
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With his eye all red,
with the wine in his head
Wishing he was dead when
he oughta be
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Heading for Sunday school
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Clean up your own backyard
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Oh don't you hand
me none of your lines
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Clean up your own backyard
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You tend to your business,
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I'll tend to mine
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Drugstore cowboy criticizing
Acting like he's better
than you and me
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Standing on the sidewalk supervising
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Telling everybody how they
ought to be
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Come closing time 'most every night
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He locks up tight and out go the lights
And he ducks out of sight and he
cheats on his wife
With his employee
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Clean up your own backyard
Oh don't you hand
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me none of your lines
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Clean up your own backyard
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You tend to your business,
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I'll tend to mine
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Armchair quarterback's always
moanin'
Second guessing people all day long
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Pushing, fooling and hanging on in
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Always messing where
they don't belong
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When you get right down
to the nitty-gritty
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Isn't Isn't it a pity that in this big city
Not a one a'little bitty man'll admit
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He could have been a little bit wrong
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Clean up your own backyard
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Oh don't you hand me, don't you
hand me none of your lines
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Clean up your own backyard
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You tend to your business,
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I'll tend to mine
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Clean up your own backyard
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You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine
Clean Up Your Own Backyard
Elvis Presley
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