Текст песни Elvis Presley - Clean up Your Own Backyard

Clean Up Your Own Backyard:Elvis Presley.
#21 in UK and #35 on BB Hot 100 on RCA
Records in 1969.

#1.
Back porch preacher preaching at me, acting like 
he wrote the golden rules.
Shaking his fist and screeching at me, shouting from 

his soap box like a fool.
Come Sunday morning he's lying in bed with his eyes 

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..oh, don't you hand me none 
of your lines.
Clean up your own backyard..you tend to your business, 
I'll tend to mine.

#2.
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..oh, don't you hand me none 
of your lines.
Clean up your own backyard..you tend to your business, 
I'll tend to mine.

#3.
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..oh, don't you hand me none 
of your lines.
Clean up your own backyard..you tend to your business, 
I'll tend to mine.

Clean up your own backyard..you tend to your business, I'll 
tend to mine.

A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.