Karaoké 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 breathin' 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'm 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 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