Letra de Pasture Child

She grew up, half dakota, half Louisiana pasture child, all of her skirts went past her ankles Pitch black, no TV on after nine, she picked the phone up then she wrapped the cable On her finger, then I spoke gently And then I try to pretend to hold her against me And it sounds like ohh, and it sounds like oh 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 I 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 ohh, and it sounds like ohh Back before we went digital, digital, digital Way back before you went digital, digital, digital And it sounds like ohh, and it sounds like ohh Back before we went digital, digital, digital Way back before you went digital, digital, digital Ohh Dun dun dun dun Dun dun dun dun Way back before you went digital, digital, oh, digital Dun dun dun dun Dun dun dun dun