INTRO: E B E
#1.E B E
Back porch preacher preaching at me, acting like
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he wrote the golden rules.
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Shaking his fist and screeching at me, shouting from
his soap box like a fool. B A
Come Sunday morning he's lying in bed with his eyes
all red, with the wine in his head..wishing he was E
dead when he oughta be heading for Sunday school.
CHORUS:E A
Clean up your own backyard..oh, don't you hand me none
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of your lines.
B A
Clean up your own backyard..you tend to your business,
E A B E
I'll tend to mine.
#2.E B
Drugstore cowboy criticizing, acting like he's better
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than you and me.
A E
Standing on the sidewalk supervising, telling everybody
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how they ought to be.
B A
Come closing time most every night, he locks up tight and
out go the lights and he ducks out of sight and he cheats E
on his wife with his employee.
CHORUS:E A D
Clean up your own backyard..oh, don't you hand me none
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of your lines.
B A
Clean up your own backyard..you tend to your business,
E A B E
I'll tend to mine.
#3.E
Armchair quarterback's always moanin', second guessing
people all day long.A B
Pushing, fooling and hanging on in, always messing where
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they don't belong.
A B A
When you get right down to the nitty-gritty, isn't it a pity
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that in this big city not a one a'little bitty man'll admit
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he could have been a little bit wrong.
CHORUS:E A D
Clean up your own backyard..oh, don't you hand me none
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of your lines.
Bm A
Clean up your own backyard..you tend to your business,
E A B E
I'll tend to mine.
OUTRO:E B A
Clean up your own backyard..you tend to your business, I'll
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tend to mine.
