(Tim Johnson/Kelly Cole)
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Black smoke rolling from my old Rambler
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I pulled into JoeĄ¯s Auto Supply
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Desperate for some kind of answer
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OlĄ¯ Joe, heĄ¯s a friend of mine
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I said, Hey Joe IĄ¯ve got a problem
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And I told him about what you had done
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He looked at me and he shook his head
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And said sorry I canĄ¯t help you son
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I can fix your carburetor
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I can rebuild your alternator
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I can change the plugs I can change the wires
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Replace all four bald tires
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IĄ¯ve got a warehouse full of parts
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But I donĄ¯t know a thing about a broken heart
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No I donĄ¯t know a thing about a broken heart
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So I went down to olĄ¯ Doc MillerĄ¯s
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I told the nurse he just had to see me
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He took me in when he heard me tell her
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This was an emergency
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I said, Oh Doc she really hurt me
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And then my tears fell like rain
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He said IĄ¯ve had at least a million patients
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But never one in so much pain
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I could write you a prescription
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Give you a straight shot of penicillin
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I could run a hundred different tests
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Or put a stethoscope to your chest
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And if it stops IĄ¯ll give you CPR
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But I donĄ¯t know a thing about a broken heart
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No I donĄ¯t know a thing about a broken heart
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So girl that's how I finally wound up at your door
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Hopin' that you had the answers I've been searchin' for
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'Cause I don't even have a clue of how I'll ever get over you
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So tell me now where do I start
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'Cause I donĄ¯t know a thing about a broken heart
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No I donĄ¯t know a thing about a broken heart
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Lord I donĄ¯t know a thing about a broken heart
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I Don't Know A Thing
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| Andy Griggs |
