Neil Young
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.


Mirror lyrics:

And you're a private line.
I'm your disconnected number now
You're hung up on the line
I can't reach out and touch you
Looking for a good time.
I'm listed under Broken Hearts.
Call me up some time
Let your fingers do the walking

And you're a private line.
I'm your disconnected number now
You're hung up on the line
I can't reach out and touch you
Looking for a good time.
I'm listed under Broken Hearts
Call me up some time
Let your fingers do the walking

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

And you're a private line.
I'm your disconnected number now
You're hung up on the line
I can't reach out and touch you
Looking for a good time.
I'm listed under Broken Hearts
Call me up some time
Let your fingers do the walking

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


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