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E7 Back porch preacher preaching at me E7 Acting like he wrote the golden rules A7 Shaking his fist and speeching at me E7 Shouting from his soap box like a fool H7 Come Sunday morning he's lying in bed A7 With his eye all red, with the wine in his head Wishing he was dead E7 A E7 When he oughta be heading for Sunday school Припев: A7 Clean up your own backyard E7 Oh don't you hand me none of your lines H7 Clean up your own backyard A7 E7 A7 E H7 You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine 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 Припев 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 Припев H7 Clean up your own backyard A7 E7 You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine
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