Achy Breaky Heart

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...