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 ooooooohhhhh
And its 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 its sounds like oooooooohhhh
Back before we went digital, digital, digital
Way back before you went digital, digital, digital
And it sounds like ooooooohhhhh
And its 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
