Achy breaky heart
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Intro. (gitarr)
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1. You can tell the world you never was my girl. You can burn my clothes up when I'm gone
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or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been and laugh and talk about it on the phone.
2. You can tell my arm, go back to 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.
Refr. Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart. I just don't think it'd understand
and if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart it might blow up and kill this man.
Mid. Oooh. (vers, gitarr)
3. You can tell your ma, I've moved to Arkansas or you can tell your dog to bite my leg
or tell your brother Cliff whose fist can tear my lip. He never really liked me anyway.
4. 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 walkin' out on me today.
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Refr. (tacet)
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Mid. (utan Ooooh, gitarr och piano)