Clean Up Your Own Backyard Chords & Lyrics - Elvis Presley

INTRO: [E] [B] [E]

#1.
[E]Back porch preacher [B]preaching at [E]me, acting like
he [B]wrote the golden [E]rules.
[A]Shaking his fist and [E]screeching at [A]me, [E]shouting from

his soap box like a fool.
Come [B]Sunday morning he's lying in bed with his [A]eyes

all red, with the wine in his head..wishing he was
dead when he oughta be heading for [E]Sunday school.

[CHORUS]
[E]Clean up your own [A]backyard..oh, don't you hand me none
of your [E]lines.
Clean up your [B]own backyard..[A]you tend to your business,
I'll tend to [E]mine.[A] [B] [E]

#2.
[E]Drugstore cowboy criticizing, acting like he's [B]better
than you and [E]me.
[A]Standing on the sidewalk supervising, [E]telling everybody
how they [D]ought to [E]be.
Come [B]closing time most every night, he [A]locks up tight and

out go the lights and he ducks out of sight and he cheats
on his wife with his [E]employee.

[CHORUS]
[E]Clean up your own [A]backyard..oh, don't you [D]hand me none
of your [E]lines.
Clean up your [B]own backyard..[A]you tend to your business,
I'll tend to [E]mine.[A] [B] [E]

#3.
[E]Armchair quarterback's always moanin', second guessing

people all day long.
[A]Pushing, fooling and hanging on in, always messing [B]where
they don't [E]belong.
[A]When you [B]get right down to the nitty-gritty, [A]isn't it a pity
that in this big city not a [D]one a'little bitty [A]man'll admit
he could have been a little bit [E]wrong.

[CHORUS]
[E]Clean up your own [A]backyard..oh, don't you [D]hand me none
of your [E]lines.
Clean up your [Bm]own backyard..[A]you tend to your business,
I'll tend to [E]mine.[A] [B] [E]

[OUTRO]
[E]Clean up your [B]own backyard..[A]you tend to your business, I'll
tend to [E]mine.

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