Bles Bridges Achy Breaky Heart
You can tell the world you never was my girl,
You can burn my clothes 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,
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.
Ooooooo
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 me anyway.
Or tell your Aunt Louise,
tell anything you please,
Myself already knows I'm not O.K.,
You can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind,
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.
You can tell my arms go back to the farm,
You can tell my feet to hit the floor,
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.
Oooooo
