Achy Breaky Heart

You can tell the world, you never was my girl

You can burn my clothes when I'm gone

Oh, you can tell your friends, just what a fool I've been

And laugh and joke about me on the phone

You can tell my arms, go back onto the farm

You can tell my feet to hit the floor

Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips,

They won't be reaching out for you no more.



But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart

I just don't think he'd understand

And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart

He might blow up and kill this man.

Ooooooo.



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You can tell your ma, I moved to Arkansas

You can tell your dog to bite my leg

Or tell your brother Cliff, whos fist can tell my lip,

He never really liked me anyway

Or tell your aunt Louise, tell anything you please

Myself already knows I'm not okay

Or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind,

It might be walking out on me one day.



But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart

I just don't think he'd understand

And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart

He might blow up and kill this man.

Ooooooo.



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Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart

I just don't think he'd understand

And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart

He might blow up and kill this man.



Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart

I just don't think he'd understand

And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart

He might blow up and kill this man.

Ooooooo Ooo Ooo.



--- Instrumental to fade ---