Neil Young - Good Phone Lyrics
Back in the days of covered wagonsA man had his own wayWhether talkin to a womanOr crossing the u.s.a.No telephones were ringingNo angry words exchanged.I wish I was back in the saddle nowRiding on the range.Let your fingers do the walkingCall me up some timeIm listed under broken heartsLooking for a good time.I cant reach out and touch youYoure hung up on the lineIm your disconnected number nowAnd youre a private line.Well, I used to be so happy,When you gave good phone.I could call you up from anywhereFor a little bit of homeBut now my heart is achingAfter every callBy the way you talk youd thinkYou never gave good phone at all.Let your fingers do the walkingCall me up some timeIm listed under broken heartsLooking for a good time.I cant reach out and touch youYoure hung up on the lineIm your disconnected number nowAnd youre a private line.Let your fingers do the walkingCall me up some timeIm listed under broken hearts.Looking for a good time.I cant reach out and touch youYoure hung up on the lineIm your disconnected number nowAnd youre a private line.
