You can tell the wolf, never watch my girl You can pull my clothes when I'm gone Or you can tell my friend, just what a fool I've been And laugh and talk about me on the phone You can tell my arms, go back into the farm You can tell my feet beneath the floor Or you can tell my lips, to tell my fingertips They won't be reaching out for you no more Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart I just don't think he'd understand And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart He might blow up and kill this man You can tell your mom, I moved to Walkersong You can tell your dog to bite my leg Or tell your brother Cliff, who's biscuits he and I left He never really liked me anyway Tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please Myself already knows I'm not okay Or you can tell my eyes, to water for my mind They won't be reaching out for you no more Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart I just don't think he'd understand And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart He might blow up and kill this man Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart I just don't think he'd understand And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart He might blow up and kill this man Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart I just don't think he'd understand And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart He might blow up and kill this man *