<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=89928" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Let Your Fingers Do The Walking</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Back in the days of covered wagons<br>A man had his own way<br>Whether talkin' to a woman<br>Or crossing the U.S.A.<br>No telephones were ringing<br>No angry words exchanged.<br>I wish I was back in the saddle now<br>Riding on the range.<br>Let your fingers do the walking<br>Call me up some time<br>I'm listed under Broken Hearts<br>Looking for a good time.<br>I can't reach out and touch you<br>You're hung up on the line<br>I'm your disconnected number now<br>And you're a private line.<br>Well, I used to be so happy,<br>When you gave good 'phone.<br>I could call you up from anywhere<br>For a little bit of home<br>But now my heart is aching<br>After every call<br>By the way you talk you'd think<br>You never gave good 'phone at all.<br>Let your fingers do the walking<br>Call me up some time<br>I'm listed under Broken Hearts<br>Looking for a good time.<br>I can't reach out and touch you<br>You're hung up on the line<br>I'm your disconnected number now<br>And you're a private line.<br>Let your fingers do the walking<br>Call me up some time<br>I'm listed under Broken Hearts.<br>Looking for a good time.<br>I can't reach out and touch you<br>You're hung up on the line<br>I'm your disconnected number now<br>And you're a private line.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Neil Young - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=89928" data-title="Let Your Fingers Do The Walking" data-description="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 walkin..."></div> </div> </div>

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