A couple of 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 lndiana
Met the man
who plowed that earth
Planted that seed
Busted his *** 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
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 ever been
through lndiana
On the plains of Oklahoma
Take a ride