Pasture Child - Dominic Fike

Lyrics by：Dominic Fike/Devin Workman

Composed by：Dominic Fike/Devin Workman

Produced by：Dominic Fike/Devin Workman/Jim-E Stack

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 ooooooohhhhh

And it sounds like oooooooohhhh

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 ooooooohhhhh

And it sounds like oooooooohhhh

Back before we went digital digital digital

Way back before you went digital digital digital

And it sounds like ooooooohhhhh

And it sounds like oooooooohhhh

Back before we went digital digital digital

Way back before you went digital digital digital

Ohhh

Way back before you went digital digital digital

Yeah yeah yeah