מילים לשיר Clean Up Your Own Backyard – Elvis Presley

Back porch preacher preaching at me
Acting like he wrote the golden rules
Shaking his fist and speeching at me
Shouting from his soap box like a fool
Come Sunday morning he's lying in bed
Wishing he was dead when he oughta be
Heading for Sunday school
With his eye all red, with the wine in his head
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 Drugstore cowboy criticizing
Acting like he's better than you and me
Telling everybody how they ought to be
Standing on the sidewalk supervising
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
You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine Clean up your own backyard
Armchair quarterback's always moanin'
Second guessing people all day long
Pushing, fooling and hanging on in
When you get right down to the nittyAlways messing where they don't belong
Isn't it a pity that in this big city
He could have been a little bit wrong Not a one a'little bitty man'll admit
Clean up your own backyard
Oh don't you hand me, 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.