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Old Man Johnson on the corner, he’s got a brand new magnifying glass.He’s checkin’ the rust on my old Ford, says I’m movin’ way too fast.Yeah, he sees the grease stains on my engine block, says I ain't got no class,But he ain’t washed the grime off his own front steps since 1971 passed. Chorus You gotta rake the gravel, brother, before you call the roll on me.You gotta sweep the shadows, baby, if you wanna truly see.Keep that critical broom grounded, stop kicking up the doubt!There’s a mountain of dirt right there at your own front door, let’s see what you’re gonna do about! Verse 2 You’re pointing fingers at the splinters, ignoring the log that’s in your own eye.You stand upon your soapbox, preachin' 'bout livin' right beneath the sky.Yeah, you stand upon your soapbox, tellin' everybody else they’re about to fry,When your own foundation’s crumbling and the mortgage on your soul is piled knee-high. Chorus You gotta rake the gravel, brother, before you call the roll on me.You gotta sweep the shadows, baby, if you wanna truly see.Keep that critical broom grounded, stop kicking up the doubt!There’s a mountain of dirt right there at your own front door, let’s see what you’re gonna do about! Bridge Stop searchin' for the fire when the kindlin’ is right inside your chest.There ain’t no wisdom in judgment, just a self-made, critical test.You wanna clean the neighborhood? You wanna shine the whole damned street?You gotta look the man in the mirror and give your own ragged edges a clean sweep. Yeah, a clean sweep! Verse 3 The sidewalk’s slick with slander, son, you’re bound to slip and fall.You built your house of outrage so high, you can’t hear the wake-up call.Yeah, you built that house of outrage so high, you’re deaf to the world and all,But the wind of truth is coming, and that dusty structure's gonna tumble and crawl. Final Chorus You better rake the gravel, brother, before you call the roll on me! You better sweep the shadows, baby, if you wanna truly see! Keep that critical broom grounded, stop kicking up the doubt!There’s a mountain of dirt right there at your own front door, let’s see what you’re gonna do about!