Lyrics:
Walking Fingers

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

used them pretty well They'd found something to sell But Sonny tell me when you were young you had to fight Became the champion And you were walkin'

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

Translation: Neil Young. Let Your Fingers Do The Walking.

Translation: Stiff Little Fingers. Dead Man Walking.

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

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

used them pretty well They'd found something to sell But Sonny tell me when you were young you had to fight Became the champion And you were walkin'

in my footsteps Keep the same appointments I've kept If you try walking in my shoes Try walking in my shoes Try walking in my shoes Try walking in my