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.