E E7
E7
Back porch preacher preaching at me
E7
Acting like he wrote the golden rules
A7
Shaking his fist and speeching at me
E7
Shouting from his soap box like a fool
B7
Come Sunday morning he's lying in bed
A7
With his eye all red, with the wine in his head
[ A7 ]
Wishing he was dead
E7 A7 E7
When he oughta be heading for Sunday school
A7
Clean up your own backyard
E7
Oh don't you hand me none of your lines
B7
Clean up your own backyard
A7 E7 A7 E B7
You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine
E7
Drugstore cowboy criticizing
E7
Acting like he's better than you and me
A7
Standing on the sidewalk supervising
E7
Telling everybody how they ought to be
B7
Come closing time 'most every night
A7
He locks up tight and out go the lights
[ A7 ]
And he ducks out of sight and he cheats on his wife
E7 A7 E7
With his employee
A7
Clean up your own backyard
E7
Oh don't you hand me none of your lines
B7
Clean up your own backyard
A7 E7 A7 E B7
You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine
E
E7
Armchair quarterback's always moanin'
E7
Second guessing people all day long
A7
Pushing, fooling and hanging on in
E7
Always messing where they don't belong
B7
When you get right down to the nitty-gritty
A7
Isn't it a pity that in this big city
[ A7 ]
Not a one a'little bitty man'll admit
E A7 E7
He could have been a little bit wrong
+ coda
A7
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
A7 E7 A7 E B7
You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine
B7
Clean up your own backyard
A7 E7
You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine ... (slide lick)
Clean Up Your Own Backyard accords
de Elvis Presley
