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Elvis Presley - Clean Up Your Own Backyard: аккорды



E7
Back porch preacher preaching at me
E7
Acting like he wrote the golden rules
A7
Shaking his fist and speeching at me
E7
Shouting from his soap box like a fool
      H7
Come Sunday morning he's lying in bed
         A7
With his eye all red, with the wine in his head
Wishing he was dead
                                        E7 A E7
When he oughta be heading for Sunday school

Припев:
                      A7
Clean up your own backyard
                              E7
Oh don't you hand me none of your lines
              H7
Clean up your own backyard
A7                                       E7 A7 E H7
You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine

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

Припев

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

Припев

              H7
Clean up your own backyard
A7                                       E7
You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine

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