My Achy Breaky Heart

This was spur of the moment idea as I considered what to do with this piece of agate slice that had lost it’s top.  It’s actually heart-shaped … and as I began to create it I thought I’d call it “Bleeding Heart”.  The more I thought about that, the less I liked it.  Then I began reminiscing about how many years ago my girlfriend and I practiced line dancing to country music in our basement.  One of the standard songs was Billy Ray Cyrus’ “Achy Breaky Heart” … I may have even hummed a few bars as this piece was being made.  It’s available for 21.95 + 2.60 postage  😉

You can tell the world you never was my girl
You can burn my clothes up when I’m gone
You can tell your friends just what a fool I’ve been
And laugh and joke about me on the phone
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 fingertips
They won’t be reaching out for you no more

But 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 blow up and kill this man

You can tell your mom I moved to Arkansas
You can tell your dog to bite my leg
Or tell your brother Cliff whose fist can tell my lip
He never really liked me anyway

Or tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please
Myself already knows I’m not OK.
Or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind
It might be walking out on me today

But 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 blow up and kill this man

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 blow up and kill this man

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 blow up and kill this man