(Tim JohnsonKelly Cole)



Black smoke rolling from my old Rambler

I pulled into Joe's Auto Supply

Desperate for some kind of answer

Ol' Joe, he's a friend of mine

I said, Hey Joe I've got a problem

And I told him about what you had done

He looked at me and he shook his head

And said sorry I can't help you son

I can fix your carburetor

I can rebuild your alternator

I can change the plugs I can change the wires

Replace all four bald tires

I've got a warehouse full of parts

But I don't know a thing about a broken heart

No I don't know a thing about a broken heart



So I went down to ol' Doc Miller's

I told the nurse he just had to see me

He took me in when he heard me tell her

This was an emergency

I said, Oh Doc she really hurt me

And then my tears fell like rain

He said I've had at least a million patients

But never one in so much pain

I could write you a prescription

Give you a straight shot of penicillin

I could run a hundred different tests

Or put a stethoscope to your chest

And if it stops I'll give you CPR

But I don't know a thing about a broken heart

No I don't know a thing about a broken heart



So girl that's how I finally wound up at your door

Hopin' that you had the answers I've been searchin' for

'Cause I don't even have a clue of how I'll ever get over you

So tell me now where do I start

'Cause I don't know a thing about a broken heart

No I don't know a thing about a broken heart

Lord I don't know a thing about a broken heart