A couple guys are first class
On a flight from new york to los angeles
Kinda making small talk killing time
Flirting with the flight attendants
Thirty thousand feet above
Could 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 with funny names
Who wanna live down there
In the middle of nowhere
They've never drove through indiana
But the man who plowed that earth planted that seed
Busted his for you and me
Got a harvest moon in kansas
They'd understand why god made those fly over states
I bet that mile on santa fe
Freight train
Engineer 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 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
Meet a girl from amarillo
You'll understand why god made you
Not even wanna plant your stakes
In those fly open states
Have you ever been through indiana
On the plains of oklahoma
Take a ride
Party Tyme
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