Elvis Presley

Elvis Presley - Clean Up Your Own Backyard lyrics

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Back porch preacher preaching at me
Acting like he wrote the golden rules
Shaking his fist and speeching at me
Shouting from his soap box like a fool
Come Sunday morning he`s lying in bed
With his eye all red, with the wine in his head
Wishing he was dead when he oughta be 
Heading for Sunday school

Clean up your own backyard
Oh don`t you hand me none of your lines
Clean up your own backyard
You tend to your business, I`ll tend to mine

Drugstore cowboy criticizing
Acting like he`s better than you and me
Standing on the sidewalk supervising
Telling everybody how they ought to be
Come closing time `most every night
He locks up tight and out go the lights
And he ducks out of sight and he cheats on his wife
With his employee

Clean up your own backyard
Oh don`t you hand me none of your lines
Clean up your own backyard
You tend to your business, I`ll tend to mine

Armchair quarterback`s always moanin`
Second guessing people all day long
Pushing, fooling and hanging on in
Always messing where they don`t belong
When you get right down to the nitty-gritty
Isn`t it a pity that in this big city 
Not a one a`little bitty man`ll admit
He could have been a little bit wrong

Clean up your own backyard
Oh don`t you hand me, 
don`t you hand me none of your lines
Clean up your own backyard
You tend to your business, I`ll tend to mine

Clean up your own backyard
You tend to your business, I`ll tend to mine
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Author: Billy Strange, Mac Davis, Strange, Davis

Composer: ?

Publisher: BMG Entertainment

Details:

Released in: 2016

Language: English

Appearing on: Live A Little/Trouble With Girls/Charro!/Change (1996) , The Real Elvis 60's Collection (2014) , Almost in Love (1970) , The Real... 60's Collection (2015)

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