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 the arm to go back to the farm
And 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 anymore
But don't tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
I just don′t think it understands
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
It might blow up and kill this man
(Whoo)
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 lips he never really liked me anyway
Or tell your Aunt Louise tell anything you please
We′re separated, no it's not okay
Or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind
It may be walking out on me today
But don′t tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
I just don't think it understands
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
It might blow up and kill this man
But don′t tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
I just don't think it understands
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
It might blow up and kill this man
(Whoo)
But don′t tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
I just don't think it understands
Because if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
It might blow up and kill this man
(Whoo-ho)