Vynikající americký písničkář (zpěvák, kytarista, skladatel, hráč na foukací harm. a klávesové nástroje), narozený v r. 1945 v kanadském Torontu. Čerpá jak z rockových tak folkových kořenů.
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Píseň: Let Your Fingers Do The Walking
- Interpret:
- Neil Young
- Album:
- A Treasure (Neil Young & International Harvesters)
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.
