ACHY BREAKY HEART

You can tell the world

you never was my girl

Or you can burn my clothes if 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

"Go back into the farm"

you can tell my feet to hit the floor

Or you can tell my lips

to tell my finger tips

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

Ooooh..

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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

whose 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 today

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

Ooooh..

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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

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

Oo oo ooh..

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