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 my feet to hit the floor
or you can tell my lips
to tell my fingertips
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 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
that he never really liked me anyway
or tell your aunt Louise
tell anything you please
Myself have 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 today
it might be walking out on me today
(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
(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
(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