คอร์ดเพลง Clean Uo Your Own Backyard – Elvis presley

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รูปภาพประกอบไปด้วย เนื้อร้อง และ คอร์ดเพลง Clean Uo Your Own Backyard ของ Elvis presley ::Back porch preacher preaching at me Acting like he wrote the golden rules Shakin...

เนื้อร้อง: Clean Uo Your Own Backyard - Elvis presley

ขอบคุณ ผู้สร้างสรรค์ผลงานเพลงBack porch preacher preaching at me Acting like he wrote the golden rules Shaking his fistand speeching at me Shouting from his soap box like a fool Come Sunday morning he's lyingin bed With his eye all red, with the wine in his head Wishing he was dead when he oughtabe Heading for Sunday school* Clean up your own backyard Oh don't you hand me none of your lines Clean up yourown backyard You tend to your business, I’ll tend to mineDrugstore cowboy criticizing Acting like he's better than you and me Standing on thesidewalk supervising Telling everybody how they ought to be Come closing time 'most everynight He locks up tight and out go the lights And he ducks out of sight and he cheats on hiswife With his employee(*) Armchair quarterback's always moanin' Second guessing people all day long Pushing, foolingand hanging on in Always messing where they don't belong When you get right down to thenitty 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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