F Up in Pocahontas, near the Cranberry Glades Dm A# C F Ain’t got bars, nor the charge to call her anyways Dm A# My mind’s a mile a minute, C F my thoughts they bark like hounds Dm A# but I’m focused on my breathing in C F the universal sound I think about my darlin' girl sleepin' all alone I pray the stars will shoot her all the wishes she can hold On the day that I return I aim to lay her down But right now I am focused on the universal sound I think about tobacco juice and mason jars of shine I think about the vices I’ve let take me over time I recall when I's a baby, I didn’t need nothin' around But a little bitty rattler and the universal sound A# F I close my eyes A# F It was all so clear A# F It was all right then C It was all right here I focus on my breathin’ and the universal sound I let it take me over from the toenails to the crown Of the body that I’m in till they put me in the ground And I return to the Chorus of the universal sound I’ve been up on the mountain And I’ve seen his wondrous grace I’ve sat there on a barstool and I’ve looked him in the face He seemed a little haggard, but it did not slow him down He was hummin' to the neon of the universal sound | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# C Dm F |