[Verse 1]
In the days of covered wagons
A man had his own way
Whether talkin' to a woman
Or crossin' the U.S.A
No telephones were ringin'
No angry words exchanged
I wish I was back in the saddle now
Ridin' on the range
[Chorus]
Let your fingers do the walkin'
Call me up some time
I'm listed under broken hearts
Lookin' 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
[Fiddle and Pedal Steel Solos]
[Verse 2]
Well, I used to be so happy
When you gave good phone
I could call you 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
In the days of covered wagons
A man had his own way
Whether talkin' to a woman
Or crossin' the U.S.A
No telephones were ringin'
No angry words exchanged
I wish I was back in the saddle now
Ridin' on the range
[Chorus]
Let your fingers do the walkin'
Call me up some time
I'm listed under broken hearts
Lookin' 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
[Fiddle and Pedal Steel Solos]
[Verse 2]
Well, I used to be so happy
When you gave good phone
I could call you 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
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!