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 A  of guys in first class on a flight
 From New York  Los Angeles
  making small talk killin' time
 Flirting  the flight attendants
 Thirty thousand feet above,  be Oklahoma
 
 Just a bunch of square cornfields  wheat farms
  it all looks the same
 Miles and miles of back roads and 
 Connecting little  with funny names
 Who'd  to live down there, in the middle of nowhere
 
 They've  drove through Indiana
 Met the man who plowed that 
 Planted that seed, busted his  for you and me
 Or caught a harvest  in Kansas
 They'd understand  God made
 Those fly over 
 
 I bet that mile long  Fe
 Freight train  seen it all
 Just like  flatbed cowboy
 Stacking  Steel on a three day haul
 Roads and rails under their 
 Yeah, that  like a first class seat
 
 On the plains  Oklahoma
 With a windshield sunset  your eyes
  a watercolored painted sky
 You'll  heavens doors have opened
 You'll  why God made
 Those fly  states
 
 Take a  across the badlands
 Feel that freedom on your 
 Breathe in all that  space
 Meet a girl from 
 You'll understand why God 
 You might  wanna plant your stakes
 In those fly over 
 
 Have you  been through Indiana
 On the plains  Oklahoma
 Take a ride