Fly Over States Lyrics

Couple guys in first class on a flight from New York to Los Angeles Kinda making small talk, killin' time, flirtin' with the flight attendants Thirty thousand feet above what would be Oklahoma
Just a bunch of square corn fields and wheat farms, man it all looks the same Miles and miles of back roads and highways connecting little towns with funny names Who'd wanna live down there, in the middle of nowhere
They've never drove through Indiana Met the man who plowed that Earth Planted that seed, busted his ass 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 haul in Santa Fe freight train engineer's seen it all Just like that flat bed cowboy stacking US steel on a three day haul Roads and rails under their feet, yeah that sounds like a first class seat
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/fly-over-states-lyrics-jason-aldean.html ] On the plains of Oklahoma With a windshield sunset in your eyes Like a water-color 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 And meet a girl from Amarillo You'll understand why God made... You might even wanna plant your stakes In those fly over states Yeah
Have you ever been through Indiana On the plains of Oklahoma Take a ride