Clean Up Your Own Backyard:Elvis Presley.
#21 in UK and #35 on BB Hot 100 on RCA
Records in 1969.
INTRO: E B E
#1.
E B E
Back porch preacher preaching at me, acting like
B E
he wrote the golden rules.
A E A E
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
E
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
E
than you and me.
A E
Standing on the sidewalk supervising, telling everybody
D E
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
E
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
E
they don't belong.
A B A
When you get right down to the nitty-gritty, isn't it a pity
D A
that in this big city not a one a'little bitty man'll admit
E
he could have been a little bit wrong.
CHORUS:
E A D
Clean up your own backyard..oh, don't you hand me none
E
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
E
tend to mine.
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.
