Chords for Achy breaky heart (cover) med ElsborgMaribo.
Tempo:
121.85 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C]
You can tell the world, never was my girl.
You can burn my house [G] when I ain't home.
Or you can tell your friends, just what a fool I've been.
And laugh and joke about [C] me on the phone.
You can tell my arms, go back into the farm.
You can tell my feet [G] to hit the floor.
Or you can tell my lips, to tell my fingertips.
They won't be reaching out [C] for you no more.
But don't tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
I just don't think [G] he'd understand.
And if you tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
He might grow up [A] and kill [C] this man.
Ooh.
[G]
[C]
You can tell your ma, I moved to Arkansas.
And you can tell your doctor [G] about my legs.
Or tell your brother Cliff, who's fist can tell my lips.
He never really liked [C] me anyway.
Or tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please.
Myself already knows [G] I'm not okay.
Or you can tell my eyes, to watch out for my mind.
It might be walking out [C] on me today.
But don't tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
I just don't think [G] he'd understand.
And if you tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
He might grow up [C] and kill this man.
Ooh.
[G]
[C]
Don't tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
I just don't think [G] he'd understand.
And if you tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
He might grow up and [C] kill this man.
[N] 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 grow up and kill this man.
[C] Ooh.
[G] [C]
[G]
[C]
Don't tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
I just don't think [G] he'd understand.
And if you tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
We might go up and [C] kill this hand
You can tell the world, never was my girl.
You can burn my house [G] when I ain't home.
Or you can tell your friends, just what a fool I've been.
And laugh and joke about [C] me on the phone.
You can tell my arms, go back into the farm.
You can tell my feet [G] to hit the floor.
Or you can tell my lips, to tell my fingertips.
They won't be reaching out [C] for you no more.
But don't tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
I just don't think [G] he'd understand.
And if you tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
He might grow up [A] and kill [C] this man.
Ooh.
[G]
[C]
You can tell your ma, I moved to Arkansas.
And you can tell your doctor [G] about my legs.
Or tell your brother Cliff, who's fist can tell my lips.
He never really liked [C] me anyway.
Or tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please.
Myself already knows [G] I'm not okay.
Or you can tell my eyes, to watch out for my mind.
It might be walking out [C] on me today.
But don't tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
I just don't think [G] he'd understand.
And if you tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
He might grow up [C] and kill this man.
Ooh.
[G]
[C]
Don't tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
I just don't think [G] he'd understand.
And if you tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
He might grow up and [C] kill this man.
[N] 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 grow up and kill this man.
[C] Ooh.
[G] [C]
[G]
[C]
Don't tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
I just don't think [G] he'd understand.
And if you tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
We might go up and [C] kill this hand
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_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ You can tell the world, never was my girl.
You can burn my house [G] when I ain't home.
_ Or you can tell your friends, just what a fool I've been.
And laugh and joke about [C] me on the phone.
_ _ You can tell my arms, go back into the farm.
You can tell my feet [G] to hit the floor.
_ Or you can tell my lips, to tell my fingertips.
They won't be reaching out [C] for you no more.
_ But don't tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
I just don't think [G] he'd understand.
_ _ And if you tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
He might grow up [A] and kill [C] this man.
_ Ooh. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ You can tell your ma, I moved to Arkansas.
And you can tell your doctor [G] about my legs.
Or tell your brother Cliff, who's fist can tell my lips.
He never really liked [C] me anyway.
_ Or tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please.
Myself already knows [G] I'm not okay.
_ Or you can tell my eyes, to watch out for my mind.
It might be walking out [C] on me today.
_ But don't tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
I just don't think [G] he'd understand.
_ And if you tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
He might grow up [C] and kill this man.
Ooh. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ Don't tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
I just don't think [G] he'd understand.
_ And if you tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
He might grow up and [C] kill this man.
_ _ [N] 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 grow up and kill this man.
[C] Ooh.
_ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ Don't tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
I just don't think [G] he'd understand.
_ And if you tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
We might go up and [C] kill this hand
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ You can tell the world, never was my girl.
You can burn my house [G] when I ain't home.
_ Or you can tell your friends, just what a fool I've been.
And laugh and joke about [C] me on the phone.
_ _ You can tell my arms, go back into the farm.
You can tell my feet [G] to hit the floor.
_ Or you can tell my lips, to tell my fingertips.
They won't be reaching out [C] for you no more.
_ But don't tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
I just don't think [G] he'd understand.
_ _ And if you tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
He might grow up [A] and kill [C] this man.
_ Ooh. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ You can tell your ma, I moved to Arkansas.
And you can tell your doctor [G] about my legs.
Or tell your brother Cliff, who's fist can tell my lips.
He never really liked [C] me anyway.
_ Or tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please.
Myself already knows [G] I'm not okay.
_ Or you can tell my eyes, to watch out for my mind.
It might be walking out [C] on me today.
_ But don't tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
I just don't think [G] he'd understand.
_ And if you tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
He might grow up [C] and kill this man.
Ooh. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ Don't tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
I just don't think [G] he'd understand.
_ And if you tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
He might grow up and [C] kill this man.
_ _ [N] 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 grow up and kill this man.
[C] Ooh.
_ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ Don't tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
I just don't think [G] he'd understand.
_ And if you tell my heart, my achy, breaky heart.
We might go up and [C] kill this hand
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _