Up in Pocahontas, near 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 darling girl sleeping 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 was a baby, I didn't need nothing 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 breathing and the universal sound

I let it take me over from the toenails to the crown

Of the body that I'm in 'til 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 bar stool, and I've looked Him in the face

He seemed a little haggard, but it did not slow Him down

He was humming to the neon of the universal sound