Let Your Fingers Do the Walking

[Verse 1]
Back in the days of covered wagons
A man had his own way
Whether talking 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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus][x2]