[Verse 1]
Down by the Gulf, where the shrimp boats sway,
Cowboy hat tilted, said, "Today's my day."
FPV quad? Ain’t that somethin' to learn?
Spun the props once, whole rig took a turn.
Crashin' in the dirt, remote slipped from his hand,
Neighbors on the porch yellin’, "There goes the man!"
Horses in the field spooked, bolted for the hills,
Quad buzzin' mad like it’s poppin’ some pills.
[Chorus]
The man, the man, learned to fly the sky,
Crashin’ in the cow pen, tears in his eye.
One year later, he’s the Gulf Coast king,
Quad flips crazy, hear that motor sing.
[Verse 2]
Harmonica blowin’, but his patience ran thin,
Props snapped daily, motors wore to the skin.
FPV goggles fogged, couldn’t see a thing,
Tree branches grabbin’, made his quadbird sting.
Spat in the sand, said, “I’ll make this right,”
Practice till the sunrise, dreamin' every night.
He raced that quad through the bayou and back,
Alligator grinned, "Man, this Cowboy’s cracked."
[Prechorus]
FPV flips, tricks tight as a lasso,
Cowpoke techie with a drone for a shadow.