Elvis Presley - Clean up your own backyard

^EBack porch preacher ^Bpreaching at ^Eme, acting like he ^Bwrote the golden ^Erules. ^AShaking his fist and ^Escreeching at ^Ame, ^Eshouting from

Come ^BSunday morning he's lying in bed with his ^Aeyes all red, with the wine in his head..wishing he was dead when he oughta be heading for ^ESunday school.

^EClean up your own ^Abackyard..oh, don't you hand me none of your ^Elines. Clean up your ^Bown backyard..^Ayou tend to your business, I'll tend to ^Emine.^{A B E}

^EDrugstore cowboy criticizing, acting like he's ^Bbetter than you and ^Eme. ^AStanding on the sidewalk supervising, ^Etelling everybody how they ^Dought to ^Ebe. Come ^Bclosing time most every night, he ^Alocks up tight and

on his wife with his ^Eemployee. CHORUS: ^EClean up your own ^Abackyard..oh, don't you ^Dhand me none of your ^Elines. Clean up your ^Bown backyard..^Ayou tend to your business, I'll tend to ^Emine.^{A B E}

^EArmchair quarterback's always moanin', second guessing people all day long. ^APushing, fooling and hanging on in, always messing ^Bwhere they don't ^Ebelong. ^AWhen you ^Bget right down to the nitty-gritty, ^Aisn't it a pity that in this big city not a ^Done a'little bitty ^Aman'll admit he could have been a little bit ^Ewrong.

^EClean up your own ^Abackyard..oh, don't you ^Dhand me none of your ^Elines. Clean up your ^Bmown backyard..^Ayou tend to your business, I'll tend to ^Emine.^{A B E}

^EClean up your ^Bown backyard..^Ayou tend to your business, I'll tend to ^Emine.