Tonart: E major•
Intro 1
E
B
E
B
E
B
E
Verse 1
B
E
preacher preaching at me
Acting like he wrote the golden rules
speeching at me
E
Shouting from his soap box like a fool
A
B
Come Sunday morning
he's lying in bed
with the wine in his head
Wishing he was dead when
he oughta be
E
A
Heading for Sunday school
E
A
Clean up your own backyard
me none of your lines
A
B
Clean up your own backyard
A
You tend to your business,
E
A
B
I'll tend to mine
E
Drugstore cowboy criticizing
Acting like he's better
than you and me
A
Standing on the sidewalk supervising
E
Telling everybody how they
ought to be
B
Come closing time 'most every night
A
He locks up tight and out go the lights
And he ducks out of sight and he
cheats on his wife
With his employee
E
A
E
A
Clean up your own backyard
Oh don't you hand
B
Clean up your own backyard
A
You tend to your business,
E
A
B
E
B
E
I'll tend to mine
B
E
Armchair quarterback's always
moanin'
Second guessing people all day long
A
Pushing, fooling and hanging on in
they don't belong
B
When you get right down
to the nitty-gritty
A
Isn't Isn't it a pity that in this big city
Not a one a'little bitty man'll admit
E
A
He could have been a little bit wrong
E
Clean up your own backyard
A
E
Oh don't you hand me, don't you
hand me none of your lines
B
Clean up your own backyard
A
You tend to your business,
E
A
E
I'll tend to mine
B
Clean up your own backyard
A
E
You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine
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