Let Your Fingers Do the Walking Lyrics – Neil Young

Let Your Fingers Do the Walking Lyrics by Neil Young

In the days of covered wagons
A man had his own way
Whether talkin’ to a woman
Or crossing the USA

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 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 from anywhere
For a little touch 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 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 hung up on the line
I’m your disconnected number now
And you’re a private line
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Neil Young Lyrics – Let Your Fingers Do the Walking

Neil Young

Let Your Fingers Do the Walking