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