Dominic Fike - Pasture Child lyrics

[Dominic Fike - Pasture Child lyrics]

She grew up, half-Dakota
Half-Louisiana pastor child
All of her skirts went past her ankles
Pitch-black, no TV on after nine
She picked the phone up and she
Wrapped the cable on her finger

And I spoke gently
And then I tried to pretend
To hold her against me

And it sounds like ooh, ooh ooh ooh
And it sounds like ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Back before we went digital, digital, digital
Way back before you went digital, digital
Digital

She grew up then
Became All-American mastermind
She wrote a book, I wasn't in it
I still call and she pick up time to time
But sometimes don't get no signal

And the ringer plays so gently
And then I still pretend to
Hold her against me

And it sounds like ooh, ooh ooh ooh
And it sounds like ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Back before we went digital, digital, digital
Way back before you went digital, digital
Digital

And it sounds like ooh, ooh ooh ooh
And it sounds like ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Back before we went digital, digital, digital
Way back before you went digital, digital
Digital

Oh, yeah dun, dun, dun, dun
Dun, dun, dun, dun way back before you went
Digital, digital, oh, digital, yeah
Ayy yeah, ayy yeah dun, dun, dun, dun
Dun, dun, dun, dun

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