Intro G X 5 Verse] G A couple guys in first class on a flight Bm From new York to Los Angeles, Bm Kinda making small talk k*lling time, C Flirting with the flight attendants, Am 30, 000 feet above, could be Oklahoma, G Just a bunch of square cornfields and wheat farms, Bm Man it all looks the same, Bm Miles and miles of back roads and highways, C Connecting little towns with unknown names, Am D Who'd want to live down there in the middle of nowhere, Chorus Em C They've never drove through Indiana, G Met the men who plowed that earth, D Bm Planted that seed, busted his ass for you and me, Em C Or caught a harvest moon in Kansas, D C They'd understand why god made those fly over states Verse G Bm I bet that mile long Santa Fe freight train engineer's seen it all Bm C Just like that flatbed cowboy stacking US steel on a 3-day haul C Am Road and rails under their feet D Yeah that sounds like a first class seat Chorus Em C On the plains of Oklahoma G Where the windshield sunset in your eyes D Bm Like a watercolor painted sky Em C You'd think heavens doors have opened D You'll understand why god made C Those fly over states Solo Em , C , G , D , Bm Verse E C Take a ride across the badlands G Feel that freedom on your face D Bm Breathe in all that open space Em C Meet a girl from Amarillo D You'll understand why god made C Why you'd want to plant your stakes G D In those fly over states Outro Em , C , G , D , Bm
