You can tell the world you nev-er 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 a-bout me on the phone.___
Or
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 fin-ger-tips
they won't be reach-ing out for you no more.___

But Don't tell my heart, my ach-y break-y heart.__
I just don't think he'd un-der-stand.
And if you tell my heart, my ach-y break-y heart,__
he might blow__up and kill this man.

You can tell your ma I moved to Ark-an-sas.___
You can tell your dog to bite my leg.
Or tell your broth-er Clff___ 
whose fist can tell my lip.
He nev-er real-ly liked me an-y-way.___

Or
tell your Aunt Lou-ise.
Tell an-y-thing you please.___
My-self al-read-y knows I'm not o-kay.
Or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind.
It might be walk-ing out on me to day.__

But Don't tell my heart, my ach-y break-y heart.__
I just don't think he'd un-der-stand.
And if you tell my heart, my ach-y break-y heart,__
he might blow__up and kill this man.
Ooh.__man.