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Relax and Shine (Country Blue) 2 by Damien

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Relax and Shine (Country Blue) 2

Country Blue

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hey jountty, the morning's slow in your little town,
coffee stains on your shirt, dust on the work boots thrown down.
they say grind harder, take their calls, swallow the world’s complaints,
but your eyes tell a story ’bout a soul that won’t paint restraint.
kick off those heavy boots, lay your card down flat,
there’s a creek just past the ridge where the cold water laughs.
no need for the hustle, or the sharp words you dread,
just the quiet whistle of the calm spreading in your head.
you don’t have to take their weight, jountty, let it slide,
cast your line, sip the slow breeze, let the troubles hide.
fish in, drink slow, laugh like the old days did,
that’s all you need—take your time, just be happy, kid.
paper stacks and clock hands, they pull at your seams,
but out on that porch swing, the sunset softens rough dreams.
the radio hums some old tune, worn like your faded jeans,
and you smile ‘cause trouble’s not as big as it seems.
the day’s long shadow shrinks under orange sky’s brush,
them city voices fade away in the twilight hush.
no ceremony, no fights, just the song of the air,
and jountty, you breathe in the peace waiting there.
maybe those jobs, they ain’t your whole story, no,
it’s the slow grin, the barefoot runs where wild grasses grow.
let ’em keep their rules and their deadlines, their chains,
you keep the river’s song, the runs, the soft rains.
you don’t have to take their weight, jountty, let it slide,
cast your line, sip the slow breeze, let the troubles hide.
fish in, drink slow, laugh like the old days did,
that’s all you need—take your time, just be happy, kid.
so here’s to the quiet moments, the easy world you choose,
where the only thing pressing is the touch of your boots in the loose.
a slow smile’s a rebellion, a sweet little punch to the grit,
jountty, live that slow story—relax, laugh, fish, and sit.