Pasture Child Dominic Fike

[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
And I spoke gently
And then I tried to pretend to hold her against me

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
And the ringer plays so gently
And then I still pretend to hold her against me