Achy breaky heart

1. [A] You can tell the world, you never was my girl
You can burn my clothes when I am [E] gone
Or [E] you can tell your friends, just what a fool I've been
And laugh and joke about me on the [A] phone

2. [A] You can tell my arms, go back into the farm
You can tell my feet to hit the [E] floor
Or [E] you can tell my lips, to tell my fingertips
They won't be reaching out for you no [A] more

Chorus: But [A] don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think he'd [E] understand
And [E] if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this [A] man, [A] uhm ...

[A][A]-[A][E] - [E][E]-[E][A]

3. [A] You can tell your maw, I moved to Arkansas
You can tell your dog to bite my [E] leg
Or [E] tell your brother Cliff, whose fist can tell my lip
He never really liked me [A] anyway

Go [A] tell your aunt Louise, tell anything you please
Myself already knows I'm not [E] okay
Or [E] you can tell my eye, watch out for my mind
It might be walkin' out on me one [A] day

Chorus: But [A] don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think he'd [E] understand
And [E] if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this [A] man, [A] uhm ...

[A][A]-[A][E] - [E][E]-[E][A]

Chorus: But [A] don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think he'd [E] understand
And [E] if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this [A] man

Chorus: But [A] don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think he'd [E] understand
And [E] if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this [A] man, [A] uhm ...

Outtro: [A][A]-[A][E] - [E][E]-[E][A]

Elvis Presley A

Billy Ray Cyrus A