Lyric Fingers

Back in the days of covered wagons
A man had his own way
Whether talkin to a woman
Or crossing the U.S.A.
No telephones were ringing
No angry words exchanged.
I wish I was back in the saddle now
Riding on the range.

Let your fingers do the walking
Call me up some time
I m listed under Broken Hearts
Looking for a good time.
I can t reach out and touch you
You re hung up on the line
I m your disconnected number now
And you re a private line.

Well, I used to be so happy,
When you gave good phone.
I could call you up from anywhere
For a little bit of home
But now my heart is aching
After every call
By the way you talk you d think
You never gave good phone at all.

Let your fingers do the walking
Call me up some time
I m listed under Broken Hearts
Looking for a good time.
I can t reach out and touch you
You re hung up on the line
I m your disconnected number now
And you re a private line.

Let your fingers do the walking
Call me up some time
I m listed under Broken Hearts.
Looking for a good time.
I can t reach out and touch you
You re hung up on the line
I m your disconnected number now
And you re a private line.