Lyrics:

(Tim Johnson/Kelly Cole)**lf****lf**Black smoke rolling from my old Rambler**lf**I pulled into Joe''s Auto Supply**lf**Desperate for some kind of answer**lf**Ol'' Joe, he''s a friend of mine**lf**I said, Hey Joe I''ve got a problem**lf**And I told him about what you had done**lf**He looked at me and he shook his head**lf**And said sorry I can''t help you son**lf**I can fix your carburetor**lf**I can rebuild your alternator**lf**I can change the plugs I can change the wires**lf**Replace all four bald tires**lf**I''ve got a warehouse full of parts**lf**But I don''t know a thing about a broken heart**lf**No I don''t know a thing about a broken heart**lf****lf**So I went down to ol'' Doc Miller''s**lf**I told the nurse he just had to see me**lf**He took me in when he heard me tell her**lf**This was an emergency**lf**I said, Oh Doc she really hurt me**lf**And then my tears fell like rain**lf**He said I''ve had at least a million patients**lf**But never one in so much pain**lf**I could write you a prescription**lf**Give you a straight shot of penicillin**lf**I could run a hundred different tests**lf**Or put a stethoscope to your chest**lf**And if it stops I''ll give you cpr**lf**But I don''t know a thing about a broken heart**lf**No I don''t know a thing about a broken heart**lf****lf**So girl that''s how I finally wound up at your door**lf**Hopin'' that you had the answers I''ve been searchin'' for**lf**''Cause I don''t even have a clue of how I''ll ever get over you**lf**So tell me now where do I start**lf**''Cause I don''t know a thing about a broken heart**lf**No I don''t know a thing about a broken heart**lf**Lord I don''t know a thing about a broken heart