She grew up half Dakota, half Louisiana pastor child
All of her skirts went past her ankles
Pitch black, no TV on after 9
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
And it sounds like, 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
And it sounds like, ooh
Back before we went digital, digital, digital
Way back before you went digital, digital, digital

And it sounds like, ooh
And it sounds like, ooh
Back before we went digital, digital, digital
Way back before you went digital, digital, digital

Way back before you went digital, digital, oh, digital

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