Pasture Child

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, 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