Intro :
B ack porch preacher preaching at me
A cting like he wrote the golden rules
S haking his fist and speeching at me
S houting from his soap box like a fool
Come S unday morning he's lying in bed
W ith his eye all red with the wine in his head
Wishing he w as dead when he oughta be
Heading for Sunday s chool
Clean up your own backy ard
Oh don't you hand me none of your l ines
Clean up your o wn backyard
Y ou tend to your business I?ll tend to m ine
D rugstore cowboy criticizing
A cting like he's better than you and me
S tanding on the sidewalk supervising
T elling everybody how they ought to be
Come c losing time 'most every night
He l ocks up tight and out go the lights
And h e ducks out of sight and he cheats on his wife
With his employ ee
Clean up your own backy ard
Oh don't you hand me none of your l ines
Clean up your o wn backyard
Y ou tend to your business I?ll tend to m ine
A rmchair quarterback's always moanin'
S econd guessing people all day long
P ushing fooling and hanging on in
A lways messing where they don't belong
When you g et right down to the nitty-gritty
I sn't it a pity that in this big city
N ot a one a'little bitty man'll admit
He could have been a little bit w rong
Clean up your own backy ard
Oh don't you hand me don't you hand me none of your l ines
Clean up your o wn backyard
Y ou tend to your business I?ll tend to m ine
Clean up your o wn backyard
Y ou tend to your business I?ll tend to m ine