(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