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 A couple of guys  first class on a flight
 From New York  Los Angeles
 Kinda  small talk killin' time
 Flirting with  flight attendants
  thousand feet above, could be Oklahoma
 
 Just a bunch of  cornfields and wheat farms
 Man,  all looks the same
 Miles  miles of back roads and highways
 Connecting little towns with  names
 Who'd want to live down there, in  middle of nowhere
 
 They've never  through Indiana
 Met  man who plowed that earth
 Planted that  busted his ass for you and me
 Or caught a harvest  in Kansas
 They'd  why God made
 Those  over states
 
 I bet that mile long  Fe
 Freight train  seen it all
 Just  that flatbed cowboy
 Stacking US Steel on a  day haul
  and rails under their feet
 Yeah, that sounds like a first  seat
 
 On the plains of 
 With a  sunset in your eyes
 Like a  painted sky
  think heavens doors have opened
 You'll understand  God made
  fly over states
 
  a ride across the badlands
 Feel that freedom  your face
 Breathe in all  open space
  a girl from Amarillo
 You'll understand why  made
 You might even wanna plant your 
 In  fly over states
 
 Have you  been through Indiana
 On  plains of Oklahoma
 Take a ride