You can tell the World
you never was my girl
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.
Go you can tell my arms go back into the farm.
You can tell my feet to hit the floor.
Oh
you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips.
They won't be reachin' out for you no more.
Chours
Don't tell my heart
my achy breacky heart.
I just don't think he'd understand.
And if you tell my heart
my achy breacky heart
he might blow up and kill this man.
Solo
You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas.
You can tell your dog to bite my leg.
Oh tell your brother Cliff whose fist can tell my lip.
He never really liked me anyway.
Oh tell your aunt Louise
tell her 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 walkin' out on me today.
