Achy Breaky Heart

You can tell the world you never was my girl You can burn my clothes when I'm gone Or 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 to go back to the farm You can tell my feet to hit the floor Or you can tell my lilps 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 it'd understand And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart He might blow up and kill this man Ooo

You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas Or you can tell your dog to bite my leg Or tell your brother Cliff who's fist can tell my lips He never really liked me anyway

Oh tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please Myself already knows that I'm not okay Oh you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind It might be walking out on me today

But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart I just don't think it'd understand And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart He might blow up and kill this man Ooo

But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart I just don't think it'd understand And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart He might blow up and kill this man Ooo

Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart He might blow up and kill this man Ooo

Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart He might blow up and kill this man Ooo