คอร์ดเพลง Clean Uo Your Own Backyard - Elvis presley

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
 ( * )
 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 You tend to your business, I’ll tend to mine
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