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    E 
    Back porch preacher preaching at me 
    E 
    Acting like he wrote the golden rules 
    A 
    Shaking his fist and speeching at me 
    E 
    Shouting from his soap box like a fool 
         B7 
    Come Sunday morning he's lying in bed 
    A 
    With his eye all red, with the wine in his head 
               A 
    Wishing he was dead when he oughta be 
                       E 
    Heading for Sunday school 
 
                          A 
    Clean up your own backyard 
                                      E7 
    Oh don't you hand me none of your lines 
                  B7 
    Clean up your own backyard 
    A                                       E7 
    You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine 
 
    E 
    Drugstore cowboy criticizing 
    E 
    Acting like he's better than you and me 
    A 
    Standing on the sidewalk supervising 
    E 
    Telling everybody how they ought to be 
         B7 
    Come closing time 'most every night 
       A 
    He locks up tight and out go the lights 
        A 
    And he ducks out of sight and he cheats on his wife 
                  E 
    With his employee 
 
                          A 
    Clean up your own backyard 
                                      E7 
    Oh don't you hand me none of your lines 
                  B7 
    Clean up your own backyard 
    A                                       E7         
    You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine 
 
    E 
 
    E 
    Armchair quarterback's always moanin' 
    E 
    Second guessing people all day long 
    A 
    Pushing, fooling and hanging on in 
    E 
    Always messing where they don't belong 
             B7   
    When you get right down to the nitty-gritty 
    A      
    Isn't it a pity that in this big city 
    A 
    Not a one a'little bitty man'll admit 
                                    E 
    He could have been a little bit wrong 
 
                          A 
    Clean up your own backyard 
                                                         E7 
    Oh don't you hand me, don't you hand me none of your lines 
                  B7 
    Clean up your own backyard 
    A                                       E7 
    You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine 
                  B7 
    Clean up your own backyard 
    A                                       E7 
    You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine