Verse 1
[G] A couple guys in first class on a flight from new York to Los Angeles
[Bm] Kinda making small talk killin time, flirtin with the flight attendants,
[C] Thirty thousand feet above[Am]above, could be Oklahoma,
[G]Just a bunch of square cornfields and wheat farms, man it all looks the same
[Bm] Miles and miles of back roads and highways,
Connecting little towns with funny names[C]names,
Who'd want to live down there[Am]there in the middle of nowh[D]nowhere,
Chorus
They've never d[Em]drove through India[C]Indiana,
Met the men who pl[G]plowed that earth,
Planted that seed, b[D]busted his ass for y[B7]you and me,
Or caught a h[Em]harvest moon in Kan[C]Kansas,
They'd understand wh[D]why God made those fly [C]over states
Verse 2
[G] I bet that mile long Santa Fe freight train engineer's seen it [Bm]all
Just like that flatbed cowboy stacking U.S. steel on a three day h[C]haul
Road and rails under their feet
[Am] Yeah that sounds like a f[D]first class seat
Chorus
On the pl[Em]plains of Oklah[C]Oklahoma
With a windsh[G]windshield sunset in your eyes
Like a w[D]watercolor painted[B7]painted sky
You'd think[Em]think heavens doors have [C]opened
You'll understand wh[D]why God made those fly [C]over states
Solo
[Em] [C] [G] [D] [B7]
Chorus
Take a r[Em]ide across the ba[C]dlands f[G]eel that freedom on your face
Bre[D]Breathe in all that [B7]open space
Meet a g[Em]irl from Amar[C]illo you'll understand w[D]hy God made
Might even want to[C]to plant your stakes in those fly [G]over states
[Em] [C] [G] [D]
Have you ever b[Em]been through India[C]Indiana, [G] [D] [B7]
On the pl[Em]plains of Oklah[C]Oklahoma [G] [D]
Take a r[Em]ride [C] [G] [D]
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