Achy Breaky Heart
You can tell the world you never was my girl
- You can tell the world you never was my girl
- Oh 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
- Oh 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
- You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas
- You can tell your dog to bite my leg
- Or tell your brother Cliff his 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 heard 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
- 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
- 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 Ooo Ooo
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