Elvis Presley - Clean Up Your Own Backyard歌詞
下載《Clean Up Your Own Backyard文本歌詞》Words&Music by Billy Strange / Mac 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!
Recorded: 1968/10/23, first released on single
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!
Recorded: 1968/10/23, first released on single
Clean Up Your Own BackyardLRC歌詞
下載《Clean Up Your Own BackyardLRC歌詞》[ti:Clean up your own backyard] [ar:Elvis Presley] [al:] [00:00.40]Words&Music by Billy Strange / Mac Davis [00:09.96] [00:12.82]Back porch preacher preaching at me, [00:17.87]acting like he wrote the golden rules. [00:22.49]Shaking his fist and speeching at me, [00:27.45]shouting from his soap box like a fool. [00:32.24]Come Sunday morning, he's lying in bed [00:34.64]with his eye all red, with the wine in his head, [00:37.16]wishing he was dead when he oughta be [00:39.25]heading for Sunday school. [00:42.10] [00:43.40]Clean up your own backyard! [00:48.56]Oh, don't you hand me none of your lines. [00:54.63]Clean up your own backyard! [00:58.03]You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine! [01:02.71] [01:05.56]Drugstore cowboy criticizing, [01:10.32]acting like he's better than you and me, [01:15.13]standing on the sidewalk supervising, [01:19.95]telling everybody how they ought to be. [01:24.69]Come closing time 'most every night, [01:27.30]he locks up tight and out go the lights. [01:29.67]And he ducks out of sight and he cheats on his wife [01:32.30]with his employee. [01:33.62] [01:35.79]Clean up your own backyard! [01:40.80]Oh, don't you hand me none of your lines. [01:46.74]Clean up your own backyard! [01:50.16]You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine! [01:56.94] [02:02.55]Armchair quarterback's always moanin', [02:07.29]second guessing people all day long, [02:12.22]pushing, fooling and hanging on in, [02:16.95]always messing where they don't belong. [02:21.62]When you get right down to the nitty-gritty [02:24.04]Isn't it a pity that in this big city [02:26.62]not a one a'little bitty man'll admit [02:28.68]he could have been a little bit wrong. [02:31.06] [02:32.57]Clean up your own backyard! [02:37.76]Oh don't you hand me.. don't you hand me none of your lines. [02:43.75]Clean up your own backyard! [02:47.15]You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine! [02:51.56] [02:53.64]Clean up your own backyard! [02:56.98]You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine! [03:01.05] [03:02.07]Recorded: 1968/10/23, first released on single [03:03.10] [03:04.22]HxG