Achy Breaky Heart

You can call me names if you don’t believe I’ve changed;

You can say my heart is full of sin.

You can laugh and joke about how God saved my soul

And tell me that you never were my friend.

But I don’t have that heart, that achy breaky heart;

God healed the pain and set my spirit free.

If you have a heart, an achy breaky heart,

He’ll mend your heart the way did for me.

Tell my social friends I won’t be back again;

I’ll be singing songs more glorious by far.

You can tell my lips to tell my fingertips

They’ll be playing for the Lord on this guitar.

You can tell the town what a fool I am;

Tell your friends I’m not so very smart.

You can tell my nose, my ears, and my toes,

But just don’t try to tell it to my heart.