Neil Young - Let Your Fingers Do The Walking lyrics

Let Your Fingers Do The Walking

Neil Young

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.