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 A couple of guys  first class on a flight
 From  York to Los Angeles
 Kinda making small talk  time
 Flirting with the flight 
  thousand feet above, could be Oklahoma
 
 Just a bunch of square  and wheat farms
 Man, it  looks the same
 Miles and miles of back  and highways
  little towns with funny names
 Who'd want to live  there, in the middle of nowhere
 
 They've  drove through Indiana
 Met the  who plowed that earth
 Planted that seed, busted his ass  you and me
 Or caught a  moon in Kansas
  understand why God made
 Those fly  states
 
 I bet that  long Santa Fe
 Freight  engineer's seen it all
  like that flatbed cowboy
  US Steel on a three day haul
  and rails under their feet
  that sounds like a first class seat
 
 On the plains  Oklahoma
 With a  sunset in your eyes
 Like a watercolored painted 
 You'll think heavens doors  opened
 You'll  why God made
 Those fly  states
 
 Take a  across the badlands
 Feel that freedom on  face
 Breathe in  that open space
 Meet a  from Amarillo
  understand why God made
 You might even wanna plant your 
 In  fly over states
 
 Have you  been through Indiana
 On the  of Oklahoma
 Take a ride