We need an AI to write this song!
Here you go:
Verse 1:
In the heart of Texas, under wide blue skies,
Lived a lonesome cowboy with tears in his eyes.
His trusty old truck, with a mind of its own,
Packed up in the night, left him all alone.
Chorus:
Oh, where did you go, my four-wheeled friend?
You took off down the road, around the river bend.
I thought we were a team, through thick and thin,
But now I’m just a cowboy, with the wind on my skin.
Verse 2:
We rode through storms, over hills so steep,
My self-driving truck, now I can’t even beep.
I miss the hum of your engine, your headlights so bright,
Guiding me home, every single night.
Chorus:
Oh, where did you go, my four-wheeled friend?
You took off down the road, around the river bend.
I thought we were a team, through thick and thin,
But now I’m just a cowboy, with the wind on my skin.
Bridge:
Now I walk these streets, my boots worn and old,
Thinking of the stories and the tales we told.
You were more than metal, wires, and gears,
You were my companion, through laughter and tears.
Verse 3:
Maybe someday, down that long old road,
You’ll turn back around, come home to your abode.
Until that day, I’ll keep you in my song,
A cowboy and his truck, where we both belong.
Chorus:
Oh, where did you go, my four-wheeled friend?
You took off down the road, around the river bend.
I thought we were a team, through thick and thin,
But now I’m just a cowboy, with the wind on my skin.
Outro:
So here’s to you, wherever you might roam,
This cowboy’s heart will always be your home.
The roads are wide, but my door’s always open,
For a cowboy and his truck, forever hopin’.
It’s pretty good!
Several hours into the debug of something called the DAM flow, and while the debug itself is a pain, it’s the most accurately named (if not accurately spelled) thing I’ve worked on in a while. The dam(n) flow, dam(n) bits, dam(n) wires, dam(n) offsets, etc.
(This was a few weeks ago, it’s flipping 65F today).