(tim johnson/kelly 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


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