Achy Breaky Heart Billy Ray Cyrus
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.
Or
You can tell my arms go back to 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 under-stand.
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart,
he might blowup and kill this man.

You can tell your ma I moved to Ark-an-sas.
You can tell your dog to bite my leg.
Or tell your brother Clff
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 to day.

But Don't tell my heart, my achy break-y heart.
I just don't think he'd understand.
And if you tell my heart, my achy break-y heart,
he might blow up and kill this man.
Ooh. man.

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