Clean Up Your Own Backyard

Elvis Presley

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  • B7
  • E
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Tom:
Intro: E
E Back porch preacher preaching at me
E Acting like he wrote the golden rules
A Shaking his fist and speeching at me
E Shouting from his soap box like a fool
B7 Come Sunday morning he's lying in bed
A With his eye all red, with the wine in his head
A Wishing he was dead when he oughta be
E Heading for Sunday school
A Clean up your own backyard
E7 Oh don't you hand me none of your lines
B7 Clean up your own backyard
A E7 You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine
E Drugstore cowboy criticizing
E Acting like he's better than you and me
A Standing on the sidewalk supervising
E Telling everybody how they ought to be
B7 Come closing time 'most every night
A He locks up tight and out go the lights
A And he ducks out of sight and he cheats on his wife
E With his employee
A Clean up your own backyard
E7 Oh don't you hand me none of your lines
B7 Clean up your own backyard
A E7 You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine
E
E Armchair quarterback's always moanin'
E Second guessing people all day long
A Pushing, fooling and hanging on in
E Always messing where they don't belong
B7 When you get right down to the nitty-gritty
A Isn't it a pity that in this big city
A Not a one a'little bitty man'll admit
E He could have been a little bit wrong
A Clean up your own backyard
E7 Oh don't you hand me, don't you hand me none of your lines
B7 Clean up your own backyard
A E7 You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine
B7 Clean up your own backyard
A E7 You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine
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Composição: Davis Mac Scott Acct 1 e Strange Billy

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