Fly Over States

A couple guys in first class on a flight

From New York to Los Angeles

Kinda makin' small talk, killin' time

Flirtin' with the flight attendants

Thirty thousand feet above, could be Oklahoma

Just a bunch of square cornfields and wheat farms

Man, it all looks the same

Miles and miles of back roads and highways

Connectin' little towns with funny names

Who'd want to live down there in the middle of nowhere?

They've never drove through Indiana

Met the men 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 freight train engineer's seen it all

Just like that flatbed cowboy stackin' 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-colored 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