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 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 [ guitar ] 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 can tell my lip He never really liked me anyway
Or tell your Aunt Louise tell 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 walking out on me today
Don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart... [ guitar ] Don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart... Don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart...
