A A A E7
A
Well you can tell the world you never was my girl
E7
You can burn my clothes when I am gone
Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been
A
And laugh and joke about me on the phone
You can tell my arms go back'n to the farm
E7
Or you can tell my feet to hit the floor
Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips
A
They won't be reaching out for you no more
A
Don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart
E7
I just don't think he'd under-stand
And if you tell my heart my achy breaky heart
A A A
He might blow up and kill this man oooo ooooo
A
Well you can tell the world you never was my girl
E7
You can burn my clothes when I am gone
E7
Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been
A
And laugh and joke about me on the phone
You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas
E7
Or you can tell your dog to bite my leg
Or tell your brother Cliff whose fist can tell my lip
A
He never really liked me any-way
Or tell your aunt Louise tell anything you please
E7
Myself already knows I'm not o k
Or you can tell my eye to watch out for my mind
A
It might be walkin' out on me to-day
A
Don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart
E7
I just don't think he'd under-stand
And if you tell my heart my achy breaky heart
A A A
He might blow up and kill this man oooo ooooo
A
Don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart
E7
I just don't think he'd under-stand
And if you tell my heart my achy breaky heart
A A A
He might blow up and kill this man oooo ooooo
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
A A
He might blow up and kill this man oooo ooooo
A A A E7
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E7 E7 E7 A
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