Clean Up Your Own Back Yard
Titel: Clean Up Your Own Back Yard
Längd: 3:11
Kompositörer: Mac Davis och Billy Strange
Utgivare: Gladys Music
Inspelningsdatum: 1968-10-23/24
Inspelningstid: mellan klockan 19:00-23:45 och 00:15-03:15
Inspelningsplats: United Recorders – Hollywood, CA
Matrix: XPA1 3976
Tagning master: 6
Producent: Billy Strange
Studiotekniker: Eddie Brackett
Musiker:
Gitarr: Jerry McGee
Gitarr: Morton Marker
Gitarr: Robert Gibbons
Bas: Max Bennett
Trummor: Frank Carlson
Trummor: John Guerin
Piano: Don Randi
Pålagt i efterhand:
Kör/bakgrundssångare: The Blossoms
Blåsinstrument
Första utgivning: A-sida singel (47-9747)
Även utgiven på bland annat:
Almost In Love (CAS-2440)
Almost In Love (CAS-2440)
Clean Up Your Own Back Yard / The Fair’s Moving On (447-0672)
Rockin’ And Lovin’ (CL 42422 (2))
Please Don’t Stop Loving Me (CDS 1175)
The Elvis Presley Collection Vol. 3 (PDA 054)
The Wonderful World Of Elvis (PDA 073)
Guitar Man (AAL1 3917)
Elvis’ Gold Records Vol. 5 (AFL1-4941 & PCD1-4941)
Live A Little, Love A Little / Charro! / The Trouble With Girls / Change Of Habit (07863 66559 2)
Alternativa tagningar:
Undubbed version Live A Little, Love A Little / Charro! / The Trouble With Girls / Change Of Habit (07863 66559 2)
1980 remake Guitar Man (AAL1 3917)
Låten var med i filmen ”The Trouble With Girls (And How To Get Into It)”.
Text:
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
