IntroDsus2BmGADsus2VerseDsus2
Up in Pocahontas, near the Cranberry Glades
BmGADsus2
Ain’t got bars, nor the charge to call her anyways
BmGADsus2
My mind’s a mile a minute, my thoughts they bark like hounds
BmGADsus2
but I’m focused on my breathing in the universal sound
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Dsus2
I think about my darling girl, sleeping all alone
BmGADsus2
I pray the stars will shoot her all the wishes she can hold
BmGADsus2
On the day that I return, I aim to lay her down
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But right now, I’m focused on the universal sound
Dsus2
I think about tobacco juice and Mason jars of shine
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I think about the vices I’ve let take me over time
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I recall when I was a baby, I didn’t need nothing around
BmGADsus2
But a little bitty rattler and the universal sound
BridgeGDsus2
I close my eyes
GDsus2
It was all so clear
GDsus2
It was all right then
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It was all right here
VerseDsus2
I focus on my breathin’ in the universal sound
BmGADsus2
I let it take me over from the toenails to the crown
BmGADsus2
‘Til the body that I’m in, ‘til they put me in the ground
BmGADsus2
And I return to the Chorus of the universal sound
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Dsus2
I’ve been up on the mountain, and I’ve seen his wondrous grace
BmGADsus2
I’ve sat there on a bar stool, and I’ve looked him in the face
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He seemed a little haggard, but it did not slow him down
BmGADsus2
He was humming to the neon of the universal sound
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.