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.