Clean Up Your Own Backyard

	Lyrics：B.Strange/S.Davis Music：B.Strange/S.Davis
	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
	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 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
	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
	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, 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

	Lyrics: B. Strange S. Davis Music: B. Strange S. Davis
	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
	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 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
	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
	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 nittygritty
	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, 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