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Clean Up Your Own Back Yard
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O.C. Smith
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(Clean up your own backyard) do it, hey (Don't you hand me none of your lines) right on (Clean up your own backyard) Back porch preacher preaching at me Acting like he wrote the Golden Rule Shaking his fist and speeching at me Shouting from his soap box like a fool But come Sunday morning he’s lying in bed With his eyes all red from the wine in his head Wishing he was dead when he ought to be Heading for Sunday school, yeah Drugstore cowboy criticizing Acting like he's better than you and me Standing on the sidewalk supеrvising Telling everybody how things ought to bе Oh, but come closing time 'most every night He locks up tight and out go the lights Then he ducks out of sight and cheats on his wife With an employee, hey 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, and I'll tend to mine Mm, listen... Armchair quarterback's always moaning Second guessing people all day long Pushing, pulling, hanging on in Always messing where they don't belong When you get right down to the real nitty-gritty Isn't it a pity that in this big city Not one little bitty man'll admit He could have been a little bit wrong Oh, so clean up your own backyard Hey, don't you hand me none of your lines Oh, clean up your own backyard, listen: You tend to your business, and I'll tend to mine Oh, clean up your own backyard You tend to your business, I’ll tend to mine Lord, I don’t want you to hand me none of your lines Oh, clean up your own backyard You tend to your business, and I'll tend to mine...
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