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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,
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 *** 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 a windshield sunset in your eyes
Take a ride across the badlands Feel that freedom on your face
Take a ride