Achy breaky heart
Billy Ray Cyrus Nr.: 71
You can tell the world you never was my girlYou can burn my clothes up when I'm goneOr you can tell your friends just what a fool I've beenAnd laugh and joke about me on the phone You can tell my arms go back to the farmYou can tell my feet to hit the floorOr you can tell my lips to tell my fingertipsThey won't be reaching out for you no more But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heartI just don't think he'd understandAnd if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heartHe might blow up and kill this manOoh You can tell your ma I moved to ArkansasOr you can tell your dog to bite my legOr tell your brother Cliff who's fist can tell my lipsHe never really liked me anyway Or tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you pleaseMyself already knows I'm not okayOr you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mindIt might be walking out on me one-day But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heartI just don't think he'd understandAnd if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heartHe might blow up and kill this manOoh