Tyler Childers - Universal sound

^Dsus2Up in Pocahontas, near the Cranberry Glades ^BmAin’t got bars, ^Gnor the charge ^Ato call her an^Dsus2yways ^BmMy mind’s a mile a ^Gminute, my ^Athoughts they bark like ^Dsus2hounds but I’m ^Bmfocused on my ^Gbreathing in the ^Auniversal ^Dsus2sound

^Dsus2I think about my darling girl, sleeping all alone I ^Bmpray the stars will ^Gshoot her all the ^Awishes she can ^Dsus2hold On the ^Bmday that I ^Greturn, I ^Aaim to lay her ^Dsus2down But ^Bmright now, I’m ^Gfocused on the ^Auniversal ^Dsus2sound

^Dsus2I think about tobacco juice and Mason jars of shine I ^Bmthink about the ^Gvices I’ve let ^Atake me over ^Dsus2time I ^Bmrecall when I was a ^Gbaby, I didn’t ^Aneed nothing ^Dsus2around But a ^Bmlittle bitty ^Grattler and the ^Auniversal ^Dsus2sound

I ^Gclose my ^Dsus2eyes It was ^Gall so ^Dsus2clear It was ^Gall right ^Dsus2then It was all right ^Ahere

^Dsus2I’ve been up on the mountain, and I’ve seen his wondrous grace I’ve ^Bmsat there on a ^Gbar stool, and I’ve ^Alooked him in the ^Dsus2face He ^Bmseemed a little ^Ghaggard, but it ^Adid not slow him ^Dsus2down He was ^Bmhumming to the ^Gneon of the ^Auniversal ^Dsus2sound

^Dsus2I focus on my breathin’ in the universal sound I ^Bmlet it take me ^Gover from the ^Atoenails to the ^Dsus2crown ‘Til the ^Bmbody that I’m ^Gin, ‘til they ^Aput me in the ^Dsus2ground And I ^Bmreturn to the ^Gchorus of the ^Auniversal ^Dsus2sound