Writer(s): Donald L. Von Tress

You can tell the world you never was my girl

You can burn my clothes while 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 fingertips

They won't be reachin' out for you no more

But don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart

I just don't think he'll 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 move to arkansas

You can tell your dog to bite my leg

Oh 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 I'm not o.k.

Oh 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'll understand

But 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

I just don't think he'll understand

But 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'll understand

But if you tell my heart my achy breaky heart

He might blow up and kill this man

Ooo.... ooo ooh