A
Well you can tell the world you never was my girl
                                   E
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

    A
You can tell my arms go back to the farm
                                    E
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

[Estribillo]
     A
But don't tell my heart

My achy breaky heart
                               E
I just don't think he'd understand

And if you tell my heart

My achy breaky heart
                                A
He might blow up and kill this man


A
You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas
                                     E
Or you can tell your dog to bite my leg

Or tell your brother Cliff who's fist can tell my lip
                             A
He never really liked me anyway

A
Or tell your aunt Louise, tell anything you please
                             E
Myself already knows I'm not ok

Or you can tell my eye to watch out for my mind
                                A
It might be walkin' out on me today

[Estribillo][3x]

A
Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
                              E
I just don't think it'd understand

And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
                                A
He might blow up and kill this man