Did You Know?
Elvis Presley, born in Tupelo, Mississippi, in 1935, rose to legendary status in the music industry. His influence extended far beyond the realm of rock and roll, as he was a versatile artist who effortlessly transitioned from genre to genre. “Clean Up Your Own Backyard” was one of his lesser-known gems, but it holds a special place in his discography.
The song, “Clean Up Your Own Backyard,” is a gentle yet compelling call to introspection and self-improvement. Elvis’s smooth vocals guide listeners on a journey of personal reflection, reminding them that before they can change the world, they must first “clean up” and improve their own lives. Released during a tumultuous period in history, the late ’60s, the song’s message was a reflection of the need for social change, echoing the sentiments of the time.
Beyond his musical career, Elvis was also a philanthropist and an actor. His charismatic performances on and off the stage made him a cultural icon. His generosity, especially towards charitable causes, is less widely known but equally significant.
To this day, “Clean Up Your Own Backyard” remains an inspiring anthem for those seeking personal growth, encouraging them to look within and make positive changes in their lives before tackling broader issues. Elvis’s legacy lives on through this soulful ballad, reminding us that nurturing inner growth is the first step towards making the world a better place.
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Lyrics: “Clean Up Your Own Backyard” by Elvis Presley
Back porch preacher preaching at meActing like he wrote the golden rulesShaking his fist and speeching at meShouting from his soap box like a foolCome Sunday morning he’s lying in bedWith his eye all red, with the wine in his headWishing he was dead when he oughta beHeading for Sunday schoolClean up your own backyardOh don’t you hand me none of your linesClean up your own backyardYou tend to your business, I’ll tend to mineDrugstore cowboy criticizingActing like he’s better than you and meStanding on the sidewalk supervisingTelling everybody how they ought to beCome closing time ‘most every nightHe locks up tight and out go the lightsAnd he ducks out of sight and he cheats on his wifeWith his employeeClean up your own backyardOh don’t you hand me none of your linesClean up your own backyardYou tend to your business, I’ll tend to mineArmchair quarterback’s always moanin’Second guessing people all day longPushing, fooling and hanging on inAlways messing where they don’t belongWhen you get right down to the nitty-grittyIsn’t it a pity that in this big cityNot a one a’little bitty man’ll admitHe could have been a little bit wrongClean up your own backyardOh don’t you hand me, don’t you hand me none of your linesClean up your own backyardYou tend to your business, I’ll tend to mineClean up your own backyardYou tend to your business, I’ll tend to mine
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