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Relax and Smile, Jonesy (Country Blue) 2 by Damien

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Relax and Smile, Jonesy (Country Blue) 2

Country Blue

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hey jonesy, the morning slips slow through your quiet street,
coffee cools in chipped mugs, worn boots rest beneath tired feet.
they push you harder, say you’re gotta break or fold,
but your eyes keep a steady calm, stories left untold.
lay those heavy cards right out, drop every burdened load,
down by the creek, water whispers secrets only you know.
no need for sharp edges or the clamor that pulls you tight,
just inhale the slow drift of the afternoon light.
you don’t have to take that crap, jonesy, let it roll right by,
cast your line, breathe the slow wind, let the worries fly.
laugh loud, smile wide, like the days before the noise began,
jonesy, you’re free to be happy—just a simple, steady man.
stacks of paper shout your name, clocks strain their hands at seams,
but on your porch, sunsets melt the edges of tough dreams.
old tunes hum low on a radio, worn like your faded jeans,
you grin at the small fights that aren’t as fierce as they once seemed.
long shadows fade beneath burnt orange skies,
city’s roar falls away like whispers and sighs.
no grand stage, no thunder, just the air wearing thin,
jonesy, catch that calm that’s waiting safe within.
you don’t have to take that crap, jonesy, let it roll right by,
cast your line, breathe the slow wind, let the worries fly.
laugh loud, smile wide, like the days before the noise began,
jonesy, you’re free to be happy—just a simple, steady man.
maybe those nine-to-fives don't tell your whole tale,
it’s barefoot runs where wild grasses chase the gale.
let them keep their chains, their clocks, their racing calls,
you hold the quiet river’s voice, rain’s gentle falls.
here’s to the moments, soft worlds that you choose,
where earth meets your boots, and the only rush is loose.
a slow smile’s a quiet rebellion against the grind’s tight clasp,
jonesy, live that easy story—laugh, breathe, write, and just last.