The Singing Scoutmaster: Achy Breaky Heart

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AWell you can tell the world you never was my girl

You can burn my clothes when I am E7gone

Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been

And laugh and joke about me on the Aphone

You can tell my arms go back'n to the farm

Or you can tell my feet to hit the E7floor

Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips

They won't be reaching out for you no Amore

ADon't tell my heart my achy breaky heart

I just don't think he'd under-E7stand

And if you tell my heart my achy breaky heart

He might blow up and kill this Aman Aoooo Aooooo

AWell you can tell the world you never was my girl

You can burn my clothes when I am E7gone

E7Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been

And laugh and joke about me on the Aphone

You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas

Or you can tell your dog to bite my E7leg

Or tell your brother Cliff whose fist can tell my lip

He never really liked me any-Away

Or tell your aunt Louise tell anything you please

Myself already knows I'm not o E7k

Or you can tell my eye to watch out for my mind

It might be walkin' out on me to-Aday

ADon't tell my heart my achy breaky heart

I just don't think he'd under-E7stand

And if you tell my heart my achy breaky heart

He might blow up and kill this Aman Aoooo Aooooo

ADon't tell my heart my achy breaky heart

I just don't think he'd under-E7stand

And if you tell my heart my achy breaky heart

He might blow up and kill this Aman Aoooo Aooooo

Chorus a cappella:

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 Aoooo Aooooo

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