Neil Young lyrics
Neil Young lyrics
"Let Your Fingers Do The Walking lyrics"
I Like It lyrics
I heard about your last words and I can't say I'm sorry I wish you could have seen my face For the fist time in a long time I was r
Back in the days of covered wagonsI heard about your last words and I can't say I'm sorry I wish you could have seen my face For the fist time in a long time I was r
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
I'm So Beautiful lyrics
Out out tonight feel like going out in the night I'm gonna walk the street walk the street I wanna feel the heat feel the heat. T
under Broken HeartsOut out tonight feel like going out in the night I'm gonna walk the street walk the street I wanna feel the heat feel the heat. T
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
Oracle lyrics
You went off again today To see if I still care Living your life obsolete Wondering if I'll appear I've been laughing at myself
now my heart is achingYou went off again today To see if I still care Living your life obsolete Wondering if I'll appear I've been laughing at myself
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 yo
I'm So Beautiful lyrics
Out out tonight feel like going out in the night I'm gonna walk the street walk the street I wanna feel the heat feel the heat. T
ur disconnected number nowOut out tonight feel like going out in the night I'm gonna walk the street walk the street I wanna feel the heat feel the heat. T
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.