Текст песни Pasture Child - Dominic Fike
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
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2 Ant Pile
3 Think Fast (feat. Weezer)
4 Sick
5 7 Hours
6 Dancing In The Courthouse
7 Mona Lisa
8 Bodies
9 Sunburn
10 Pasture Child
11 4x4
12 Frisky
13 Mama's Boy
14 Dark
15 What Kinda Woman
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