Universal Sound - Tyler Childers

Up in Pocahontas in the Cranberry Glades

Ain’t got bars, nor the charge to call her anyways

My mind’s a mile a minute

And my thoughts they bark like hounds

I focus on my breathing and 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

I’d close my eyes

It was all so clear

It was all right then

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