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BEack porch preacher preaching at me
AEcting like he wrote the golden rules
SAhaking his fist and speeching at me
SEhouting from his soap box like a fool
Come SB7unday morning he's lying in bed
WAith his eye all red with the wine in his head
Wishing he wAas dead when he oughta be
Heading for Sunday sEchool
Clean up your own backyAard
Oh don't you hand me none of your lE7ines
Clean up your oB7wn backyard
YAou tend to your business I?ll tend to mE7ine
DErugstore cowboy criticizing
AEcting like he's better than you and me
SAtanding on the sidewalk supervising
TEelling everybody how they ought to be
Come cB7losing time 'most every night
He lAocks up tight and out go the lights
And hAe ducks out of sight and he cheats on his wife
With his employEee
Clean up your own backyAard
Oh don't you hand me none of your lE7ines
Clean up your oB7wn backyard
YAou tend to your business I?ll tend to mE7ine
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AErmchair quarterback's always moanin'
SEecond guessing people all day long
PAushing fooling and hanging on in
AElways messing where they don't belong
When you gB7et right down to the nitty-gritty
IAsn't it a pity that in this big city
NAot a one a'little bitty man'll admit
He could have been a little bit wErong
Clean up your own backyAard
Oh don't you hand me don't you hand me none of your lE7ines
Clean up your oB7wn backyard
YAou tend to your business I?ll tend to mE7ine
Clean up your oB7wn backyard
YAou tend to your business I?ll tend to mE7ine