Achy Breaky Heart Chords by Billy Ray Cyrus

Tempo:
122 bpm
Chords used:

A

E

Em

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A]
You can tell the world you never loved me girl, you can burn my clothes [E] when I'm gone.
Oh, you can tell your friends what a fool I've been, and laugh and joke about me [A] on the phone.
You can tell my arms to go back into the thong.
You can tell my feet to [E] hit the floor.
Oh, you can tell my lips, tell my fingertips, they won't be reaching out for [A] you no more.
Don't tell my heart, my eggy, breaky heart, I just don't think [E] he'd understand.
And if you tell my heart, my eggy, breaky heart, he might blow up [A] and kill his fam.
[E]
[A]
You can tell your mom I moved to Arkansas.
You can tell your dog [E] to bite my leg.
Oh, tell your brother Cliff, just don't tell my dad, he never really liked [A] me anyway.
Oh, tell your Halloween's, tell him anything you please, self already knows I'm [E] not okay.
Oh, you can tell my eyes, watch out for my mind, it might be walking out on [A] me today.
Don't tell my heart, my eggy, breaky heart, I just don't think he'd [E] understand.
And if you tell my heart, my eggy, breaky heart, he might blow [A] up and kill his fam.
[E]
[A]
Don't tell my heart, my eggy, breaky heart, I just don't think he'd [E] understand.
And if you tell my heart, my eggy, breaky heart, he might blow [A] up and kill his fam.
Don't tell my heart, my [N] eggy, breaky heart, I just don't think he'd understand.
And if you tell my heart, my eggy, breaky heart, he might [Em] blow up and kill his fam.
[A]
[E]
[A]
[E]
[A]
Key:  
A
1231
E
2311
Em
121
A
1231
E
2311
Em
121
A
1231
E
2311
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To learn Billy Ray Cyrus - Achy Breaky Heart chords, your practice should emphasize these chord progressions: A, E and A. A good strategy is to initiate at 61 BPM and then accelerate to the track's regular speed of 122 BPM. Adapt the capo setting considering your vocal range, with reference to the key: A Major.

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_ You can tell the world you never loved me girl, you can burn my clothes [E] when I'm gone.
_ Oh, you can tell your friends what a fool I've been, and laugh and joke about me [A] on the phone.
_ _ You can tell my arms to go back into the thong.
You can tell my feet to [E] hit the floor.
_ Oh, you can tell my lips, tell my fingertips, they won't be reaching out for [A] you no more.
_ _ Don't tell my heart, my eggy, breaky heart, I just don't think [E] he'd understand.
_ _ And if you tell my heart, my eggy, breaky heart, he might blow up [A] and kill his fam.
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_ _ You can tell your mom I moved to Arkansas.
You can tell your dog [E] to bite my leg.
Oh, tell your brother Cliff, just don't tell my dad, he never really liked [A] me anyway.
_ Oh, tell your _ Halloween's, tell him anything you please, self already knows I'm [E] not okay.
_ Oh, you can tell my eyes, watch out for my mind, it might be walking out on [A] me today.
_ _ Don't tell my heart, my eggy, breaky heart, I just don't think he'd [E] understand.
_ And if you tell my heart, my eggy, breaky heart, he might blow [A] up and kill his fam.
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_ _ Don't tell my heart, my eggy, breaky heart, I just don't think he'd [E] understand.
_ And if you tell my heart, my eggy, breaky heart, he might blow [A] up and kill his fam.
_ _ Don't tell my heart, my [N] eggy, breaky heart, I just don't think he'd understand.
_ And if you tell my heart, my eggy, breaky heart, he might [Em] blow up and kill his fam.
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This song was penned by Don Von Tress.

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