Clean Up Your Own Backyard chords by Elvis Presley

Clean Up Your Own Backyard:Elvis Presley.
35 on BB Hot 100 on RCA
Records in 1969.

INTRO: E B E

#1.
E                   B            E
Back porch preacher preaching at me, acting like
   B                E
he wrote the golden rules.
A                    E             A   E
Shaking his fist and screeching at me, shouting from

his soap box like a fool.
     B                                         A
Come Sunday morning he's lying in bed with his eyes

all red, with the wine in his head..wishing he was
                                   E
dead when he oughta be heading for Sunday school.

CHORUS:
E                 A
Clean up your own backyard..oh, don't you hand me none
        E
of your lines.
              B             A
Clean up your own backyard..you tend to your business,
             E    A B E
I'll tend to mine.

#2.
E                                              B
Drugstore cowboy criticizing, acting like he's better
             E
than you and me.
A                                     E
Standing on the sidewalk supervising, telling everybody
         D        E
how they ought to be.
     B                                 A
Come closing time most every night, he locks up tight and

out go the lights and he ducks out of sight and he cheats
                     E
on his wife with his employee.

CHORUS:
E                 A                       D
Clean up your own backyard..oh, don't you hand me none
        E
of your lines.
              B             A
Clean up your own backyard..you tend to your business,
             E    A B E
I'll tend to mine.

#3.
E
Armchair quarterback's always moanin', second guessing

people all day long.
A                                                  B
Pushing, fooling and hanging on in, always messing where
           E
they don't belong.
A        B                                   A
When you get right down to the nitty-gritty, isn't it a pity
                            D                  A
that in this big city not a one a'little bitty man'll admit
                                E
he could have been a little bit wrong.

CHORUS:
E                 A                       D
Clean up your own backyard..oh, don't you hand me none
        E
of your lines.
              Bm            A
Clean up your own backyard..you tend to your business,
             E    A B E
I'll tend to mine.

OUTRO:
E             B             A
Clean up your own backyard..you tend to your business, I'll
        E
tend to mine.