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Fly Over States

Jason Aldean

My Kinda Party

A couple guys in first class on a flight
From new York to Los Angeles
Kinda making small talk killing time
Flirting with the flight attendants
30, 000 feet above, could be Oklahoma
Just a bunch of square cornfields and wheat farms
Man it all looks the same
Miles and miles of back roads and highways
Connecting little towns with unknown names
Who'd want to live down there in the middle of nowhere

They've never drove through Indiana
Met the men 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 long Santa Fe freight train
engineer's seen it all
Just like that flatbed cowboy stacking US steel
on a 3-day haul
Road and rails under their feet
Yeah that sounds like a first class seat

On the plains of Oklahoma
Where the windshield sunset in your eyes
Like a watercolor painted sky
Where like a water color painted sky

You'd think heavens 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
Meet a girl from Amarillo
You'll understand why god made
Why you'd want to plant your stakes
In those fly over states

Have you ever been through Indiana
On the plains of Oklahoma
Take a ride

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