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# Debut Chart
35 Jul '69 Hot 100
74 Aug '69 Country

Lyrics


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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 hes lying in bed With his eye 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 dont you hand me none of your lines Clean up your own backyard You tend to your business, Ill tend to mine Drugstore cowboy criticizing Acting like hes 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 dont you hand me none of your lines Clean up your own backyard You tend to your business, Ill tend to mine Armchair quarterbacks always moanin Second guessing people all day long Pushing, fooling and hanging on in Always messing where they dont belong When you get right down to the nitty-gritty Isnt it a pity that in this big city Not a one alittle bitty manll admit He could have been a little bit wrong Clean up your own backyard Oh dont you hand me, dont you hand me none of your lines Clean up your own backyard You tend to your business, Ill tend to mine Clean up your own backyard You tend to your business, Ill tend to mine

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