You can tell the world, you never was my girl you can burn my clothes up 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 may feet to hit the floor or you can tell may lips to tell my fingertips they won't be reaching out for you no more
CHORUS 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 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 my anyway
Or tell your aunt Louise, tell anything you please myself already knows I'm not OK or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind it might be walking out on me today