|Achy Breaky Heart||Billy Ray Cyrus|
|You can tell the world you never was my girl|
You can burn my clothes when I'm gone.
Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been
and laugh and joke about me on the phone.
You can tell my arms go back to the farm.
You can tell my feet to hit the floor.
Or you can tell my lips to tell my finger tips
they won't be reaching out for you no more
But Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart.
You can tell your ma I moved to Ark-an-sas.
But Don't tell my heart, my achy break-y heart.