ACHY_BREACKY_HEART_BILLY_RAY_CYRUS ACHY BREACKY HEART BILLY RAY CYRUS You can tell the World, you never was my brother. You can burn my clothes before I'm gone. Oh, you can tell your friends just what a fool I've bin and laugh and joke about me on the phone. Go you can tell my arms go back into the farm. You can tell my feet to hit the floor. Oh, you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips. They won't be reachin' out for you no more. Don't tell my heart, my achy breacky heart. I just don't think he'd understand. And if you tell my heart, my achy breacky heart he might blow up and kill this man. Solo You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansao. You can tell your dog to bite ma leg. Go tell your brother Cliff whose fist can tell my lip. He never really liked me anyway. Go tell your aunt Louise, tell anything you please. The self 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. Don't tell my heart ... Solo Don't tell my heart ... Don't tell my heart ... Solo