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Låttexter: Andy Griggs. I Don't Know A Thing.

Black smoke rollin' from my ol' rambler
I pulled into Joe's Auto Supply
Desperate for some kind of answer
Old 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
That 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