you can tell the world, you never was my girl
you can burn my clothes when I'm gone
oh, 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 onto 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
Ooooooo

you can tell your ma, I moved to Arkansas
you can tell your dog to bite my leg
or tell your brother Cliff, his 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 eyes to watch out for my mind,
it might be walking out on me one day

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

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

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
OooooooOooOoo