Achy Breaky Heart – BILLY RAY CYRUS

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Well, you can tell the world you never was my girl
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You can burn my clothes when I am gone
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Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been
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And laugh and joke about me on the phone

You can tell my arms go back to the farm
Or 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

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But don't tell my heart; my achy, breaky heart
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I just don't think he'd understand
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And if you tell my heart; my achy, breaky heart
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He might blow up and kill this man

You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas
Or 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 okay
Or you can tell my eye to watch out for my mind
It might be walkin' out on me today