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Couple guys in first class on a flight from
New York to Los Angeles
Kinda making small talk killin' time
Flirtin' with the flight attendants
Thirty thousand feet above
What would be Oklahoma
Just a bunch of square corn fields and wheat farms
Man it all looks the same
Miles and miles of back roads and
Highways connecting little towns and fun and games
Who'd wanna live down there
In the middle of nowhere
They've never drove through Indiana
Been the man who plowed that Earth
Planted that seed
Busted his a** for you and me
Or caught a harvest moon in Kansas
Or they'd understand
Why God made those fly over states
I bet that mile haul in Santa Fe freight
Train engineer's seen it all
Just like that flat bed cowboy stacking US steel
On a three day haul
Roads and rails under their feet
Yeah that sounds like a first class seat
On the plains of Oklahoma
With a windshield sunset in your eyes
Like a water-color painted sky
You'll think heaven's doors have opened
You'll understand why God made those fly over states
Take a ride across the Badlands
Feel that freedom on your face
Breathe in all that open space
And meet a girl from Amarillo
You'll understand why God made
You might even wanna plant your stakes
In those fly over states Yeah
Have you ever been through Indiana
On the plains of Oklahoma
Take a ride