by Billy Ray Cyrus
Intro Verse with Harmony Guitars
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| You can tell the world |
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| You can burn my clothes when I am | gone |
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| And laugh and joke about me on the | phone |
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| You can tell my arms |
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| You can tell my feet to hit the | floor |
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| They won't be reaching out for you no | more |
My achy breaky heart
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| You can tell your maw |
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| You can tell your dog that bit my | leg |
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| He never really liked me any | way |
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| Go | tell your aunt Louise |
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| Myself already knows I'm not o | kay |
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| It might be walkin' out on me one | day |
My achy breaky heart
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My achy breaky heart
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| Uuu | uuuu. | . |