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.
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