Was messing with one of the AI utilities at work today and prompted it to come up with this...... LOL (Supposed to be a Control-line Country Song).
(Verse 1)
In a field of green, where the wild wind roams,
There's a bunch of good ol' boys, with dreams to own.
With balsa wood dreams and engines that roar,
They gather 'round the circle, where the wild tales soar.
(Pre-Chorus)
They carve through the clouds, with wings of pride,
Control line rebels, in the countryside.
With wires in hand and skies to tame,
These country boys, in the model airplane game.
(Chorus)
Flying high with a country soul,
Control line stories, never get old.
Through the loops and the figure eights,
In the heart of the country, where the eagles await.
(Verse 2)
Wooden wings painted with the sun's last gleam,
They chase the horizon, living the dream.
With a handle in hand and a steady gaze,
They guide their planes in a dance of grace.
(Pre-Chorus)
In the sweet summer breeze, and the golden hour,
They feel the power, the control line power.
With laughter and cheers, as the engines whine,
Country skies witness their control line shrine.
(Chorus)
Flying high with a country soul,
Control line stories, never get old.
Through the loops and the figure eights,
In the heart of the country, where the eagles await.
(Bridge)
Underneath the cotton candy sky,
Control line cowboys, watch 'em fly.
With a twinkle in their eyes, and a heart so free,
In the model airplane rodeo, where they long to be.
(Verse 3)
When the sun dips low, and the day's work is through,
They gather 'round the fire, under the sky so blue.
With tales of triumph and planes that glide,
Control line comrades, side by side.
(Pre-Chorus)
They're the kings of the circle, where the lines entwine,
With every twist and turn, in the grand design.
In the heart of the country, where the eagles play,
Control line cowboys, make their own runway.
(Chorus)
Flying high with a country soul,
Control line stories, never get old.
Through the loops and the figure eights,
In the heart of the country, where the eagles await.
(Outro)
So here's to the boys with the wires in hand,
In the control line country, where they proudly stand.
With engines roaring and skies so great,
Control line cowboys, forever in flight.