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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 am
And laugh and joke about me on the phone

You can tell my arms
To go back into the farms
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 it'd understand

And if you tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
He might just'n blow up and kill this man
Uh!

You can tell your ma
I moved to Arkansas
You can tell your dog to bite my leg

Or tell your brother Cliff
Who's fist can tell my lip
He never really liked my anyway

Or tell you analeez
Tell anything you please
The self already knows I'm not ok

Or you can tell my eyes
To watch out for my mind
It might me walking out on it to day

But don't tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand

And if you tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
He might just'n blow up and kill this man
Uh!

But don't tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand

And if you tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
He might just'n blow up and kill this man

But don't tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand

And if you tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
He might just'n blow up and kill this man
Uh, uh, uh!