Letra de Fly Over States
A couple of guys in first class on a flight From New York to Los Angeles Kinda making small talk, killing time Flirting with the flight attendants Thirty-thousands feet above, could be OklahomaJust 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 funny names Who'd want to live down there in the middle of nowhere?They've never drove through Indiana Met a 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 overstatesI bet that mile long Santa Fe freight train engineer's seen it all Just like that flat bed cowboy stacking US steel on a three-day haul Road and rails under their feet Yeah, that sounds like a first class seatOn the plains of Oklahoma With a wind shield sunset in your eyes Like a watercolor painted sky You'd think heaven's doors have opened You'll understand why God made Those fly overstatesTake 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 Might even want to plant your stakes In those fly overstates (yeah)Have you ever been through Indiana On the plains of OklahomaTake a ride