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Intro: E 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
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