Pasture Child Songtext
She grew up half Dakota, half Louisiana pastor child
All of her skirts went past her ankles
Pitch black, no TV on after 9
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
And it sounds like ooh
Back before we went digital, digital, digital
All of her skirts went past her ankles
Pitch black, no TV on after 9
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
And it sounds like 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
And it sounds like ooh
Back before we went digital, digital, digital
Way back before you went digital, digital, digital
And it sounds like ooh
And it sounds like ooh
Back before we went digital, digital, digital
Way back before you went digital, digital, digital
Oh
Way back before you went digital, digital, digital
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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
And it sounds like ooh
Back before we went digital, digital, digital
Way back before you went digital, digital, digital
And it sounds like ooh
And it sounds like ooh
Back before we went digital, digital, digital
Way back before you went digital, digital, digital
Oh
Way back before you went digital, digital, digital
Yeah, yeah, yeah
