Jason Aldean - Fly Over States Lyrics
A couple guys in first class on a flightFrom 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 funny names,Who'd want to 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 long Santa Fe freight train engineer's seen it allJust like that flatbed cowboy stacking US steel on a 3-day haulRoad and rails under their feetYeah that sounds like a first class seatOn the plains of OklahomaWith a windshield sunset in your eyesLike a watercolor painted skyWhere like a water color painted skyYou'd think heavens doors have openedYou'll understand why god madeThose fly over statesTake a ride across the badlandsFeel that freedom on your faceBreathe in all that open spaceMeet a girl from AmarilloYou'll understand why god madeYou might even wanna plant your stakesIn those fly over states, yeahHave you ever been through IndianaOn the plains of OklahomaTake a ride
