Achy Breaky Heart (Join In)

Hey, you can tell the world you never was my girl. You can burn my clothes up when I'm gone

Who you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been and laughing joke about me on the phone

Hey, you can tell my arms go back up to the farm. You could tell my feet to hit the floor

Oh, you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips, they won't be reaching out for you no more.

Oh, but don't tell my heart, my Aggie Briggie heart, I just don't think he'd understand.

'Cause if you tell my heart, my Aggie Briggie heart, he might blow up and kill this man.

Oh, you can tell your mom I moved to Arkansas

Or you can tell your dog to bite my leg

Or tell your brother Cliff, whose fist can tell my lips

He never really liked me anyway

Oh, tell your Aunt Louise, tell anyone you please

Myself already knows I'm not okay

Oh, you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind.

It might be walking out on me today.

But don't tell my heart, my acabricky heart.

I just don't think he'd understand.

Because if you tell my heart, my acabricky heart,

he might blow up and kill this man.

Yeah, don't tell my heart, my acabricky heart.

I just don't think he'd understand.

'Cause if you tear my heart, my achy, breaky heart,

he might blow up and kill this man.