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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Pasture Child es una canciĆ³n interpretada por Dominic Fike