FLY over states

A couple a' guys in first class on a flight
From New York to Las Angeles
Kinda makin' small talk killin' time
Flirtin' with the flight attendants.
Thirty thousand feet above, could be Oklahoma.

Just a bunch of square corn feilds and wheat farms
Man, it all looks the same.
Miles and miles of back roads and highways
Connecting little towns with funny names.
Who'd wanna live down there, in the middle of nowhere.

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They've never drove through Indiana
Met the man who plowed that earth
Planted that seed, busted his ass for you and me
Or caught a harvest moon in Kansas
They'd understand why God made
Those fly over states.

I bet that mile long Santa Fe
Frieght train engineer's seen it all
Just like that flatbed cowboy
Stacking US steel on a three day haul
Roads and rails under thier feet
Yeah, that sounds like a first class seat.

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On the plains of Oklahoma
With a windshield sunset in your eyes
Like a watercolored painted sky
You'll think heaven's doors have opened
You'll understand why God made
Those fly over states.

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Take a ride across the badlands
Feel that freedom on your face
Breathe in all that open space
Meet a girl from Amarillo
You'll understand why God made
You might even wanna plant your stakes
In those fly over states.

Have you been though Indiana?
On the plains of Oklahoma