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Clean Up Your Own Backyard

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Introdução: E    

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          Back porch preacher preaching at me
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          Acting like he wrote the golden rules
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          Shaking his fist and speeching at me
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          Shouting from his soap box like a fool
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          Come Sunday morning he's lying in bed
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          With his eye all red, with the wine in his head
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          Wishing he was dead when he oughta be
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          Heading for Sunday school
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          Clean up your own backyard
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          Oh don't you hand me none of your lines
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          Clean up your own backyard
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          You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine
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          Drugstore cowboy criticizing
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          Acting like he's better than you and me
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          Standing on the sidewalk supervising
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          Telling everybody how they ought to be
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          Come closing time 'most every night
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          He locks up tight and out go the lights
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          And he ducks out of sight and he cheats on his wife
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          With his employee
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          Clean up your own backyard
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          Oh don't you hand me none of your lines
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          Clean up your own backyard
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          You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine
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          Armchair quarterback's always moanin'
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          Second guessing people all day long
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          Pushing, fooling and hanging on in
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          Always messing where they don't belong
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          When you get right down to the nitty-gritty
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          Isn't it a pity that in this big city
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          Not a one a'little bitty man'll admit
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          He could have been a little bit wrong
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          Clean up your own backyard
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          Oh don't you hand me, don't you hand me none of your lines
                                                B7  
          Clean up your own backyard
          A                                                                                                      E7  
          You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine
                                                B7  
          Clean up your own backyard
          A                                                                                                      E7  
          You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine