Billy Ray Cyrus - Achy breaky heart

^GWell you can tell the world you never was my girl. ^GYou can burn my clothes when I am g^Done. ^DOr, you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been. ^DAnd laugh and joke about me on the p^Ghone.

^GYou can tell my arms go back into the farm. ^GOr you can tell my feet to hit the f^Dloor. ^DOr you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips. ^DThey won't be reaching out for you no^G more

^GBut don't tell my heart, My achy breaky heart. ^GI just don't think he'd u^Dnderstand. ^DAnd if you tell my heart, My achy breaky heart, ^DHe might blow up and kill this^G man. Ooohhh

^GYou can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas. ^GOr you can tell your dog to bite my l^Deg. ^DOr tell your brother Cliff who's fist can tell my lip. ^DHe never really liked me^G anyway.

^GG Or tell your Aunt Louise. Tell anything you please. ^GMyself already knows I'm not ^Dok. ^DOr you can tell my eye to watch out for my mind, ^DIt might be walkin' out on me^G today

^GBut don't tell my heart, My achy breaky heart. ^GI just don't think he'd u^Dnderstand. ^DAnd if you tell my heart, My achy breaky heart, ^DHe might blow up and kill this^G man. Ooohhh

^GBut don't tell my heart, My achy breaky heart. ^GI just don't think he'd u^Dnderstand. ^DAnd if you tell my heart, My achy breaky heart, ^DHe might blow up and kill this^G man. Ooohhh