Clean Up Your Own Backyard
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Clean Up Your Own Backyard
Recorded by Elvis Presley
Written by Billy Strange, Mac Davis, Scott Davis

C                   G7           C
Back porch preacher preaching at me
                                C7
Acting like he wrote the golden rules
F                    C            F
Shaking his fist and speeching at me
C                 G7             C
Shouting from his soapbox like a fool

     G7                  F        G7
Come Sunday morning he's lying in bed
F
With his eyes all red with the wine in his head

Wishing he was dead when he oughta be
                   C
Heading for Sunday school

F             C       F
Clean up your own backyard
                                  C
Oh don't you hand me none of your lines
              G7
Clean up your own backyard
F                                      C
You tend to your business I’ll tend to mine

                 G7      C
Drugstore cowboy criticizing
                                     C7
Acting like he's better than you and me
F                        C    F
Standing on the sidewalk supervising
C                 G7                C
Telling everybody how they ought to be

     G7                 F     G7
Come closing time 'most every night
F
He locks up tight and out go the lights

And he ducks out of sight and he cheats on his wife
         C
With his employee

Repeat #3

                       G7         C
Armchair quarterback's always moanin'
                               C7
Second guessing people all day long
F                   C          F
Pushing pulling and hanging on in
C              G7               C
Always messing where they don't belong

         G7                    F     G7
When you get right down to the nitty-gritty
F
Isn't it a pity that in this big city

Not a one a'little bitty man'll admit
                                C
He could have been a little bit wrong

Repeat #3
 
              G7
Clean up your own backyard
F                                      C
You tend to your business I’ll tend to mine

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