INTRO: E B E #1.
EBE Back porch preacher preaching at me, acting like
BE he wrote the golden rules.
AEAE Shaking his fist and screeching at me, shouting from
 his soap box like a fool.
BA 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:
EA Clean up your own backyard..oh, don't you hand me none
E of your lines.
BA Clean up your own backyard..you tend to your business,
EA B E I'll tend to mine.
 #2.
EB Drugstore cowboy criticizing, acting like he's better
E than you and me.
AE Standing on the sidewalk supervising, telling everybody
DE how they ought to be.
BA 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:
EAD Clean up your own backyard..oh, don't you hand me none
E of your lines.
BA Clean up your own backyard..you tend to your business,
EA B E I'll tend to mine.
 #3.
E Armchair quarterback's always moanin', second guessing
 people all day long.
AB Pushing, fooling and hanging on in, always messing where
E they don't belong.
ABA When you get right down to the nitty-gritty, isn't it a pity
DA that in this big city not a one a'little bitty man'll admit
E he could have been a little bit wrong.
 CHORUS:
EAD Clean up your own backyard..oh, don't you hand me none
E of your lines.
BmA Clean up your own backyard..you tend to your business,
EA B E I'll tend to mine.
 OUTRO:
EBA Clean up your own backyard..you tend to your business, I'll
E tend to mine.