The Clean Up Your Own Back Yard Lyrics - 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 (Amen) 

Oh don't you hand me none of your lines (Hallelujah) 

Clean up your own backyard 

You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine 

(Clean it up mister, clean it up mister) 

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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 

Clean up your own backyard (Amen) 

Oh don't you hand me none of your lines (Hallelujah) 

Clean up your own backyard 

You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine 

(Clean it up mister, clean it up mister) 

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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 (Amen) 

Oh don't you hand me, don't you hand me none of your lines (Hallelujah) 

Clean up your own backyard 

You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine 

(Clean it up mister, clean it up mister) 

Clean up your own backyard 

You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine.