You can tell the world, you never was my girl
you can burn my clothes up when I’m gone
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 to the farm
you can tell may feet to hit the floor
or you can tell may lips to tell my fingertips
they won’t be reaching out for you no more
CHORUS 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
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 my anyway
Or tell your aunt Louise, tell anything you please
myself already knows I’m not OK
or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind
it might be walking out on me today
