Lyrics:

(Tim Johnson/Kelly Cole)Black smoke rolling from my old RamblerI pulled into Joe''s Auto SupplyDesperate for some kind of answerOl'' Joe, he''s a friend of mineI said, Hey Joe I''ve got a problemAnd I told him about what you had doneHe looked at me and he shook his headAnd said sorry I can''t help you sonI can fix your carburetorI can rebuild your alternatorI can change the plugs I can change the wiresReplace all four bald tiresI''ve got a warehouse full of partsBut I don''t know a thing about a broken heartNo I don''t know a thing about a broken heartSo I went down to ol'' Doc Miller''sI told the nurse he just had to see meHe took me in when he heard me tell herThis was an emergencyI said, Oh Doc she really hurt meAnd then my tears fell like rainHe said I''ve had at least a million patientsBut never one in so much painI could write you a prescriptionGive you a straight shot of penicillinI could run a hundred different testsOr put a stethoscope to your chestAnd if it stops I''ll give you cprBut I don''t know a thing about a broken heartNo I don''t know a thing about a broken heartSo girl that''s how I finally wound up at your doorHopin'' 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 youSo tell me now where do I start''Cause I don''t know a thing about a broken heartNo I don''t know a thing about a broken heartLord I don''t know a thing about a broken heart